“They that sow in tears shall reap in joy. He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.” Psalm 126:5-6 (KJV).
“Grandfather, I want to plant a garden.” Grandfather leaned back on his heels. “Please? I’ll do all the work.”
“Great idea. Prepare the area, get rid of the weeds.” He continued to work his garden plot. “Pick out a good spot--one with plenty of sunshine.”
“Yessir.” Timmy hummed as he marked off the area with a stake then yanked weeds with gusto.
“Grandfather, this is hard work.” He stood, wiped his sweaty face with his shirt sleeve. Grandfather chuckled.
“Need help? At this rate, it’ll be harvest time before you plant.” He nodded. Finally the soil ready, he gave a packet of seed to Timmy.
“I love watermelon.” He planted the seed. “How long before they’ll be ripe?” Grandfather grinned.
“It’ll be a while. Water them, keep the weeds pulled.” He winked. “You’ll be happy when they’re ripe.”
A week later, the screen door slammed as Timmy ran into the kitchen. “The seeds sprouted.”
But that night, a thunderstorm brought hail. Shoulders slumped, Timmy held the screen door. “They're ruined. I won’t get any watermelons.” Grandfather put his arm around Timmy’s shoulders.
“They’re young plants. They’ll be all right if you tend them. Trim the damaged vines and add soil and straw where it washed.” Timmy's lips quivered, corners tilting up.
“Growing a garden is hard work.” Timmy plopped into the kitchen chair that evening.
“But worth it,” Grandfather said. “Keep working and you’ll have melons to sell at the market.”
“Really? Then I’ll keep working.”
“You do that son. You’ll rejoice when you’ve harvested the melons.” Timmy grinned.
Kingdom Thinking. With the Covid 19 virus changing my way of life, the tornado striking our area last Monday morning, I was unprepared to hear Tuesday morning the Lord Jesus had called a close friend home. I choose to remember our Lord, the Life Giver, loves me and allows me to water the seeds with weeping. He brings forth the harvest and in His generous Love, allows me to come to Him, rejoicing, bringing my sheaves with me. He loves you, too. Won’t you accept Him?
“Grandfather, I want to plant a garden.” Grandfather leaned back on his heels. “Please? I’ll do all the work.”
“Great idea. Prepare the area, get rid of the weeds.” He continued to work his garden plot. “Pick out a good spot--one with plenty of sunshine.”
“Yessir.” Timmy hummed as he marked off the area with a stake then yanked weeds with gusto.“Grandfather, this is hard work.” He stood, wiped his sweaty face with his shirt sleeve. Grandfather chuckled.
“Need help? At this rate, it’ll be harvest time before you plant.” He nodded. Finally the soil ready, he gave a packet of seed to Timmy.
“I love watermelon.” He planted the seed. “How long before they’ll be ripe?” Grandfather grinned.
“It’ll be a while. Water them, keep the weeds pulled.” He winked. “You’ll be happy when they’re ripe.”
A week later, the screen door slammed as Timmy ran into the kitchen. “The seeds sprouted.”
But that night, a thunderstorm brought hail. Shoulders slumped, Timmy held the screen door. “They're ruined. I won’t get any watermelons.” Grandfather put his arm around Timmy’s shoulders.
“They’re young plants. They’ll be all right if you tend them. Trim the damaged vines and add soil and straw where it washed.” Timmy's lips quivered, corners tilting up.
“Growing a garden is hard work.” Timmy plopped into the kitchen chair that evening.
“But worth it,” Grandfather said. “Keep working and you’ll have melons to sell at the market.”
“Really? Then I’ll keep working.”
“You do that son. You’ll rejoice when you’ve harvested the melons.” Timmy grinned.
Kingdom Thinking. With the Covid 19 virus changing my way of life, the tornado striking our area last Monday morning, I was unprepared to hear Tuesday morning the Lord Jesus had called a close friend home. I choose to remember our Lord, the Life Giver, loves me and allows me to water the seeds with weeping. He brings forth the harvest and in His generous Love, allows me to come to Him, rejoicing, bringing my sheaves with me. He loves you, too. Won’t you accept Him?