An evening some time ago, the kids and I began talking about what a field looks like when it is ready for harvest.
At first thoughts of full and bountiful plants come to mind.
But then. Then. We read these verses in the book of Matthew. And a deep stirring came…
His sight… We want His sight.
He sees harvest when the field is beaten down. When fear and brokenness and fatherless ones, lost sons, are lashing out.
When so many will walk, overcome by fear, allowing acts of terror to invade their minds and spirits. When it looks like godlessness. When the field is full of brokenness.
His heart is overcome with compassion, and His eyes see harvest.
Oh may we be caught fearlessly in love, overcome by the beauty that is seen when looking at this field, through His eyes.
The desire of the whole earth is for Papa. May we be laborers of Love, in this field. It is ripe for harvest.
Season of the harvest… It means so much more to me now.
“Jesus was going through all the cities and villages, teaching in their synagogues and proclaiming the gospel of the kingdom, and healing every disease and every sickness. Seeing the crowds, He felt compassion for them, because they were distressed and downcast, like sheep without a shepherd. Then He *said to His disciples, “The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. Therefore, plead with the Lord of the harvest to send out workers into His harvest.” ” Matthew 9:35-38 (NASB2020)