My husband, The Farmer, is testing the waters today. Are the beans ready? Will they process through the combine without problems? Or should he wait a few more days?
Harvest has begun, and with it, a hopefulness is in the air.
What will the crops yield? Will the corn be dry enough? Will the beans be a “bumper” this year?
Throughout the summer, I have heard, “the corn is doing well” and “the beans are suffering”. My Farmer talks about his fields like they are dear friends. He has planted, watered, nurtured, and prayed.
But now that harvest is here, what blessings lie around the corner?
Blessings. That word has been rattling around in my brain for weeks, months even. And it has come up in countless books, devotions, lessons and videos. I even made a “blessing jar” at the beginning of the year. I prepared pretty little cards to record any new blessings. The cards are dropped into my jar, with hopes of filling it up throughout the year. I look for blessings every day.
Don’t you? I want to be blessed.
Once when I was talking on the phone with a friend, we were just chit-chatting about small things. I began to complain about my mountain of laundry and the dirty floors. I grumbled about having to sweep and mop… again. My sweet friend replied, ‘Oh, I wish I could sweep your floors for you’.
Immediately, I was humbled and ashamed.
You see, when she was just a young mother, she had been diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis. And her disease was severe. Most days, she was in bed, not able to do the laundry or cook meals for her family. These everyday chores I dreaded, she counted as blessings. Even my mundane tasks are evidence of God’s favor.
I wash the dishes because God has given us food.
I do SO much laundry because we have an abundance of clothes.
I sweep the floor because I have the health and strength to do so.
I make the beds because I have a home, a beautiful shelter, more than I need.
Do I need to be blessed? Am I in want of yet more blessings? I am blessed. I am completely, totally, abundantly blessed.
Even when we pray, almost every prayer—from everyone—begins with “God, please bless us”. There are well over 350 verses in the Bible with some form of the word bless, and most of them have to do with God blessing us! In Genesis, the beginning, there are 65; there about 80 in Psalms and Proverbs combined; ending with an amazing half dozen in Revelations.
Our Bible is completely laced with God’s blessings on his people.
We are blessed, exceedingly blessed.
In Matthew, those counted as blessed are the poor, the mourners, the gentle, those who are thirsting for God as well as those who are pure in God, the merciful, those who keep the peace and those who are persecuted. I’m on that list. How about you? And I have not even touched on the truth that God has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavens!!
We are blessed. We are blessed. We are blessed.
I have gotten way too comfortable with my blessings. They have become my normal; my expectations. I am living in a paradise compared to 90% of the population. I am enjoying the blessings, but often not remembering The Blesser. I am blessed because God has chosen to bestow favor. He has already given me much — over and over again. I could spend the rest of today and tomorrow filling out cards for my blessing jar. It should be overflowing with cards.
I should need another jar, and then another.
‘Let us bless you, God’ should be our prayer. “Now unto him that is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think…to him be the glory”.
Yes, glory to God, the Giver of my abundance.
My phone chirps, and after one morning of field work, I receive a text from my Farmer: ‘problems’ (he has always been a man of few words). I lean over and tell my “anxious-to-ride-the-combine” three-year-old grandson, ‘Papa is having trouble with the beans today’. This wise little man (who has been listening to farmer-talk) replies, ‘that’s ‘cuz the beans are p’bly not brown enough’.
And he is right, the beans are not dry enough, and our harvest will have to wait a day or two. But whether the corn and the beans yield an abundance or not, we are blessed. Yes, we are.
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