Tending To Life

 I pulled into the drive of my brother's farm.  As my eyes scanned 80 acres of dirt,  there in the distance across the freshly plowed soil worked a lone figure, a man.

The setting sun made a picturesque silhouette.

I saw the silhouette of a man who was tending freshly planted seeds; potatoes, onions, corn and beans. 

 I saw a man who was tending the soil. 

 I saw a man who was tending his investment.

I saw a farmer.

And yet I saw so much more.

I saw wisdom.
I saw sheer grit.
I saw determination.

I saw the fragility of life.

I saw a reminder that the work we do is in God's hands.

 

When the conditions are right the harvest will come.

That is what I need to remind myself today.

I will keep doing the right things.

I will make adjustments when they are necessary.

Across the mighty landscape of life, I may be a lone figure, etched on the surface of my mission, my purpose,

but I am tending my projects, my investments, tending to life.

Waiting for harvest.

It will come.

It will come, in its time.