The days are getting shorter already but they are all golden and warm and heavy with the riches of all that you bring. And life is wonderful and slow and hard and exhausting all at once.
You come as an invitation to gather and slow down. To labor and to delight. An invitation to accept the dance of life where we reap from the work of the spring and summer, and we laugh for the joy of having much to share with friends and neighbors, and we slow down to enjoy the taste of tomatoes, and cabbage and butternut squash pie. And the air is sweet, and heavy with satisfaction, celebration. Even the wind seems to be singing the praises of the One who allows us to gather and enjoy.
And the Now of you, sweet harvest, is all about the rhythms of fall, with the farmer thankful for the fruitful day, and the housewife looking at the jars neatly lined up on the counter and thanking the Lord for the winter provision. And the children come home with backpacks full of homework and new friendships, ready to go jump in leaves and eat crunchy apples.
Dear harvest, you remind me that each season builds on another, and there is a time to delight in the simple reward of labor.
The days are warm and sweet, and I smell pumpkin treats in the air, and the nights are colder now, but peace rests over it all, and it is good. I think I am going to go make an apple pie.
Dear harvest, thank you for all that you are to me.
Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann Voskamp
#741 Being able to give hope to a dear friend
#742 Baseball Game with my Church Family
#743 Listening to smooth jazz on a Saturday afternoon
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