Those who plant in tears will harvest with shouts of joy.
They weep as they go to plant their seed,
but they sing as they return with the harvest.
I was reading this today and imagining what “harvest” I may get to enjoy after all this is over. Twins perhaps? Matt getting exactly the residency he wants?
And almost as quickly as I thought those thoughts, another thought came to mind.
What if those things aren’t the harvest?
That if they don’t happen, God’s word says a harvest is still to be had. So what is that harvest?, I thought. What will I get after all this? I’m planting in tears. Show me the money.
And then this simple word: Jesus.
More of Jesus. Oh, I cry. More of Jesus Himself.
A friend (who’s no stranger to pain) wrote me this before the $#@% hit the fan this week, and I’m going back to it now:
Of course you grieve and question. Feel it all, drink in every ounce of it, even though it’s bitter. At some point it will feel like you have a secret between yourself and God because there is a connection in grief and confusion that once He settles your churning soul, you will know Him in a way nothing but grief can produce.
So I’m hoping for that.