This garden has been my demise for years. Always a wonderful start that ends with frustration of the choir no longer a joy. Yet tonight I as I walked it’s overgrown, weeded filled rows for the last time, I became overwhelmed of how I will miss it. Tonight is the last harvest. The fullest harvest. Seven bags. All with a name attached, our family’s at the end. There’s even some butternut squash in there (I didn’t plant butternut). Food that is needed by others, unbeknownst to me, but known by God.
Today was a day where I stood in tears overwhelmed by God. Our family has had such a crazy last few years. Our walk has been filled with tired tears, overworked hearts, doubtful minds. We are so far from perfect. Yet we chose daily to walk by faith when we had no sight. So when he spoke of our sabbath year I chuckled & tucked it away in my heart. A promise I couldn’t fathom, a promise some days I forgot. Some days I struggled to believe.
Yet today I can see. Today I am watching it unfold. My smile so wide all day I could not contain my joy. Tears welled in my eyes as I tried to comprehend it all. Blessings simply because we are his children. My blessings becoming someone else’s blessings, which spread to another’s blessing. For no other reason than he loves us. That’s it. Because he loves us. I do not deserve them, I did not work for them, I couldn’t even dream them up.
But that’s how deep his love goes.
We are half way through our sabbath year. His year of promise. And I am overwhelmed.
Ask me and I will tell you remarkable secrets you do not know about things to come.
Jeremiah 33:3 NLT