My dad was born a farmer.
He started with his father as a young man and took over the family farms once he was out of high school. I know many farmers and they are some of the hardest working people you will ever meet. My dad used a farm implement called a cultivator. It was hooked up behind a tractor then used to go between the rows of corn or soybeans to turn over the rich black soil and to dig up any weeds that weren't supposed to be there.
The Lord often reminds me of the distractions I have in my life that keep me from Him and His Word causing me to lose my hunger for both.
There are days I catch myself spending too much time on the computer, on Facebook or allowing my mind to wander or worry about things God has already told me I have no business worrying about.
And could it be there are days I am too busy with work, with the kids, with extended family.
Can I be too busy teaching Sunday School and Bible studies?
All these things are important and this post is for ME as well as anyone reading today.
How do I keep the weeds at bay and keep the soil from turning so hard there is no longer a hunger and desire for God?
How do I cultivate my marital relationships, taking time to realize this relationship is my primary relationship if I am married and should come before our relationship with our children?
How do I balance family, work, and ministry to others?
It's that time of year when the farmer sows his seed. I was reminded of the planting process on my recent visit to the Midwest.
When my dad was still farming it seemed he started working on his machinery mid-March, getting plows and planters ready for the field. Weather permitting, he was in the field sometime in April. He planted corn and soybeans, hopefully getting the seed planted by mid to late May. Then he waited. If he worried if it would rain or not rain, or if it was hot enough to make the seed sprout, I never knew. If he fretted about the wind or possible tornadoes that would take out a crop within in seconds, I didn't know that either. The farmer plants...then waits.
This spring in Iowa has not been friendly to the farmer. The week I was there some fields were full of seed in the ground while others waited. It snowed several inches, then it rained thinking we were going to need an ark. If the planted seed did not get enough warmth to germinate it would rot in the ground and have to be planted all over again. Would it do any good for the farmer to worry? Would fretting, worrying and swearing at the rain make the snow and rain stop? I didn't hear any swearing, but I'm guessing with those conditions it's possible.
I also heard a sermon on Matthew 6:34.
“Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble."
The point of the sermon was if I am worrying then I am not trusting my heavenly Father who clothes the lilies of the fields and feeds the sparrows, which by the way are a nuisance to farmers. If God cares about flowers and birds He will take care of everything I need. Does worrying add anything to my life or change anything? (Luke 12:25) No.
I'd rather live in peace (John 14:27; Colossians 3:15; 2 Thessalonians 3:16)
I want to trust God knows best whether it is raining, snowing or clear blue skies, and waiting on Him. (Isaiah 40:31)