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)