A Golden Harvest

Welcome to this little plot of land in the vast world of blogdom. Growing here are tiny seeds, slowly germinating in the rich soil of motherhood and marriage as I seek to know, obey and love the Sower. He is my Creator, Savior, Bridegroom, Judge and King. He has given me life abundant and joy inexpressible in the midst of a dark world.

His Name is Jesus.

I often don’t feel like I’m growing much of anything as I spend my days kissing boo-boos, changing diapers, preparing meals, playing puzzles, teaching my children to obey, cleaning my house and breaking up squabbles. But this task of home-making is so much more than the mundane, routine and ordinary. In this hidden place rarely appreciated – even avoided – by our culture, where no one notices our humble endeavors  – here, in this fertile underground, the Lord has chosen to create beauty. Authentic. Fragrant. Fruitful. Rich.

I love to think of Mary, our Lord’s own mother. Her life bears witness to God’s great favor over us young wives and mothers. Have you ever pondered the fact that the Creator of the Universe chose to bring forth His only begotten Son through a poor, simple peasant girl? Mary did. Luke 2:19 says she “treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.” I have set my heart to storing up these treasures as well. Jewels of priceless wisdom and heavenly reward, unearthed deep in the lowly, loamy, messy place of motherhood.

I had a friend tell me a few months ago that as she was praying for me, God told her that He sees me as a “Golden Harvest.” The word powerfully touched my spirit, because in this season of my life especially, I have not felt very fruitful or successful in my “bumper crop yields” in the kingdom of God. I see weeds, thorny thistles, scanty growth, and plants so dull in color that they seem anything but golden to my eyes. But have you noticed that God likes to choose the weak over the strong? The soiled and stained over the clean? It is our God who chooses a prostitute for a Bride and then proceeds to call her pure, undefiled and beautiful. And beneath His shining light, she becomes perfect, clean, loved. He is doing so for me. I am His Golden Harvest.

So wives, mothers, young women and old – let us lay hold of these promises of God to our hearts. When you’ve got nothing left, when the devil whispers lies to your heart, when you feel insignificant and overlooked – LISTEN!

My grace is sufficient for you, Daughter, for My strength is made perfect in weakness (2 Corinthians 12:9).

I have chosen the foolish things of the world to put to shame the wise, and I have chosen the weak things of the world to put to shame the things which are mighty (1 Cor. 1:27).

So rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away!
O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the cliff,
Let me see your face, let me hear your voice;
For your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely (Song of Songs 2:13-14).

You are My Golden Harvest. So sing, My Daughter. Sing your song from the field.

Looking forward to sharing more in the days ahead.

Faithfully,

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