Summer on the farm is…
grueling, sweaty, bountiful and overwhelming.
With work that needs doing until the sun goes down and kids that never seem to go down.
It’s a season of new life- birds hatching eggs, mamas birthing kittens, and puppies growing into big ole farm dogs faster than your eyes can see.
It’s adoption paperwork and home study visits that makes you tired and grateful and nervous and excited all at the same time.
It’s wrapping up school but never wrapping up garden chores because even though you pull weeds until your hand bleeds you can’t ever pull enough.
It’s being overtaken by grass. In the garden it’s choking out the plants, in the cracks of the sidewalks, in the fields it grows past the kid’s heads, and the mower roars and roars because that grass just grows and grows.
It’s loud storms and quiet rainbows that you praise God for, because His promises never end.
It’s remembering to thank him for the grass and the weeds because when they grow so do the tomatoes.
It’s learning, so much learning, because let’s face it, we have no idea what we are doing out here and this season is winning. It’s showing us Who’s boss, and while that feels humbling and frustrating and awe consuming… It makes me ever more grateful that I am His. Because in this rat race of summer- the growing, weeding, mowing, and mosquitos- I am reminded that God is SO powerful and SO good. And that He STILL controls the wind and the rain and that He is indeed the God of the Harvest.