“You visit the earth and water it; you greatly enrich it; the river of God is full of water; you provide their grain, for so you have prepared it. You water its furrows abundantly, settling its ridges, softening it with showers, and blessing its growth. You crown the year with your bounty; your wagon tracks overflow with abundance. The pastures of the wilderness overflow, the hills gird themselves with joy, the meadows clothe themselves with flocks,
the valleys deck themselves with grain, they shout and sing together for joy.” Psalm 65:9-13
We drove yesterday through lush agricultural land blanketed with grasses, dotted with sheep and cattle against the backdrop of the majestic snow-peaked “Southern Alps,” then sueded softer peaks, some splashed with gold. Vineyards and orchards spread like ordered tablecloths in the foothills, vines carefully pruned for a new year of growth and young trees adorned with crepey blossoms announcing upcoming fruit. Early spring has brought rhododendron blooms, glorious forsythia, and cheery bulbs, yet the river beds are still dry. The land is on tiptoe awaiting the full extravagance of summer’s bounty.
Whatever the season, my divine Farmer is at work, pruning, nurturing in seeming dormancy, pushing out and testing early growth, or bringing to full fruit through soaking rains and warm sun. He provides all that is needed however the climate in life changes, through waiting, sorrow, expansion of responsibility, test of faculties and virtues. He tends carefully to His own that we may be strong in His might and bear much fruit. “By this my Father is glorified, that you bear much fruit and so prove to be my disciples… You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit and that your fruit should abide.” (Ephesians 6:10; John 15:8,16)
Lord, let me welcome the seasons, put down deep roots of faith, and submit well to Your visits and honing. Overflow Your abundance through me. I am Yours to bear fruit that will last and bring You glory.