I woke up to sunlight streaming in through our front windows on New Year's Day, bright and beautiful and warm.
And if I didn't know by the chill of cold feet and frost on the windows or date on the newly flipped calendar, I would have thought it summer by only looks.
But the ground is clearly frozen beneath a hard layer of snow and bright blue January skies and the tiniest of buds won't pop through the soil until March. And most of the harvest won't be reaped until late summer.
I can't see the harvest yet; I don't know what it will look like. But I know God is good, and I know harvest comes, and I know seasons change. He gives fruit in season.
On the first of January, the sun was a burning, blazing reminder that the day will come when warmth returns -- that the harvest season will come.
I woke up to sunlight streaming through our front windows on New Year's Day, bright and beautiful and warm
and two clearly pink lines coloring the white background of a pregnancy test, confirmation that a seed has been sown deep inside my body late this fall.
And on the first day of January, those pink lines coupled with the sun, shining and bright, sparkled in hope that the day will come when warmth returns -- that the harvest season will come.
A reminder that seed sown routinely results in fruit gathered from the soil
So we rejoice!
We celebrate the Gardener; we celebrate the seed.
And we believe in the goodness of a Gardener
who gifts us fruit in season.