This isn’t a season of “harvest”
Friends, we, as Christians, as Jesus-loving ladies, always like to live in the harvest.
We sometimes may think that every season is a season of harvest.
We sometimes get wrapped up in the idea that every season should be filled with abundance, with sweet times, and satisfying prizes.
But, dear sisters, not every season is a season of harvest.
And that’s okay.
It’s okay to not be in a season of harvest.
It’s okay to not feel like you are thriving, to not feel the abundance, to not feel the sweet times.
Because in reality, there’s a season of hard work, of plowing and of planting, and of waiting.. all before the harvest comes.
I am not in a season of harvest right now.
Nor have I been for the past few months.
I’m just now recognizing it. And I’m just now understanding that it’s okay.
My past few months have been good. Mainly because of faithfulness, the provision, and the presence of my sweet, sweet Jesus.
Maybe you can relate to me.
Maybe the Lord is teaching you a lot. Like a lot. And maybe, those lessons are really good, but maybe they are just really hard to learn.
Maybe you are being pushed out of your comfort zone. Maybe your hands are being pried off of their tight grip on the things from this world. Maybe you are transitioning in relationships. Maybe you are waiting. Maybe you are trying to cope with really difficult, unexpected things. Maybe you are working through hard situations concerning family and friends. Maybe things just keep happening.
Maybe your heart feels like it’s being plowed up.
If I were to describe how my heart feels in this season, I’m most assuredly not going to tell you that I feel like there’s a good, abundant, hearty harvest of fruits and vegetables and flowers.
I’m going to tell you that my heart feels like the soil is being dug up. I’m going to tell you that my heart feels like someone is ripping out the weeds. Like someone is doing literally taking a plow, just “going to town,” digging deep down.
But I’m also going to tell you that I trust the Gardener.
I trust the work that He’s doing.
I trust that the seemingly deep, painful plowing that He’s doing in my garden-of-a-heart is simply so a season of harvest will follow.
It’s to pull us closer to Him. It’s to make us more like Jesus.
It’s so worth it.
C.S. Lewis describes it like this:
“Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently, He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of- throwing out a new wing here, putting an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards.
You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.”
This is a season of construction. Of knocking down. Of rebuilding. Of expanding, deepening, upgrading. Of making it all new.
Of Jesus being the very constructor, making it ready for Himself. His sweet self.
And so, I’ll praise Him through it all.
I’ll praise Him when He knocks down a wall and it hurts.
I’ll praise Him when He adds a room and builds a towers.
I’ll praise Him even when I don’t know the blueprints.
Because, plowing leads to planting. And planting leads to harvest.
Because, knocking down a house leads to construction. And construction leads to the palace.
He will continue the good work in us until the day when our sweet Savior returns. (Philippians 1:6)
It’s okay to be a season of plowing. Of ripping out deep roots. Of knocking down walls and building rooms.
It’s okay to feel like your heart is big mess of chaos.
It doesn’t make you any less of a Christian. It doesn’t mean that you don’t love Jesus as much as the gal in the “abundant harvest” – “beautiful palace” season.
And it isn’t a burden that you tell others of it. You aren’t a debbie-downer. You are being real, genuine, authentic, transparent when you boldly tell others about how you really are.
Jesus is so pleased with you.
Own it. Praise Him. Lean into this season of raw, gritty, good pain.
Jesus is moving.
It’s exactly what we’ve asked of Him to do.
And we can trust the Gardener, the Constructor.
Our sweet Gardener. Our sweet Constructor. Our sweet Jesus.
With much, much love. And a heart messy with dirt and wood. –Melissa
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