Waiting Is Hard — The Old Mule and the Harvest

Waiting is hard. It just is. No matter the wait whether good things or bad things or long worked for things and prayed for things. It is hard. The question is what do we do with that stretch of time? Do we just sit on the porch and watch down the road? Do we trudge off to work and grind out the days? Do we worry and fret? Do we moan and groan? Do we sit in dread and fear? Hold our breath and cry our tears?

Not this woman. Because I know his promises, I know his faithfulness. I may not know his plans, but I do know he has it already figured out. It’s not my burden to bear, not mine to fix. I am human so I often let the worry slip in, I have questions when I don’t have answers. Sitting on my hands is hard for me, so very hard. When those moments come I just remind God, I’m still waiting and that I’m ready when he rings the bell. I know it’s coming, in his time, but still it’s on the way. I thank him every morning for what I have prayed for. I may not be the one to see the answer to those prayers but I am positive that he already has the ones picked out to receive whatever it is.

My family were farmers, small patches of dirt that was hard packed and mostly lacking in nutrients, poor soil. Every season even though we knew it looked fruitless someone hooked up the old mule, drug out that old sod buster plow and walked the land, prepared the soil, bought the seed or used last years, saved for hard times and we looked toward the harvest. We believed that if we put in the hard work we’d eat good in the harvest. We did, good years and bad years, we sat around tables loaded with the rewards of our labor and our waiting.

Going through a hard patch? Don’t fret. Put in the hard work, hook up the old mule, the harvest will surely come in its time. I can’t wait to sit around that table with you.

Love, Pam