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The Beauty of Harvest

Sometimes life gets so crazy that we have little time to talk in adult language.  So, almost every day sometime before dusk (about 30 minutes before classes begin) we stroll through the wheat fields and let the boy and the dogs prance like dear in the wheat while we push the stroller, wax philosophic all while drinking our yerba mate tea.  This is what keeps me sane some days.   
This is the picture we took from our window this week.  I will miss the golden wheat fields that greet me every morning, but there is something so beautiful in watching the harvest.  It's the same joy I get when I see that one of my orchids finally has a bloom and the anticipation of waiting for it to open.  It's the growth process that builds my excitement in both cases.  We've been watching the wheat grow for months and the harvest represents that the time is come for the wheat to be used.  The harvest is a celebration of hard work and of the time that is needed for growth.

It's like the joy of watching people growing in Christ and becoming who God intended them to be.  It takes hard work and patience but seeing them being used by God is an indescribable joy.  In the next few weeks we'll be sharing with you some stories of people who have been growing and are now ready to serve!


  1. Well, amidst the busyness around here, I somehow missed that your blog address had changed! I have been checking your other blog religiously and wondering where the heck all the pictures of your new little one were!!! LOL. I was so excited to see this blog today and do a whole bunch of catching up. She is just a doll baby, and I'm thrilled for you guys. I love the pic of your two snuggling with Daddy.


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