“I know this math homework is hard, but it’s important to finish what you’ve begun.”
“Jesus loves you.”
“Did you ask your brother why he’s crying?”
“I love you.”
“I know it was a little lie, but truth is a big matter.”
“God’s got great plans for you.”
“Fair doesn’t mean I should treat you all the same.”
“You do not need that video game.”
“I love you, too.”
“No, you may not have that candy bar before supper.”
“Do you know what I prayed for you today?”
“Take three more bites. Children are starving in Africa!”
"I don't know why. That's just how God made it."
“I love the way God made you.”
"Did you make your bed?"
"Shut the door! We don't live in a barn."
"Yes, baby Jesus DID live in a barn, but that was just for a few days..."
Now and then I spy a sprout, a little stem of hope that suggests my efforts are not in vain. My six–year–old stops her playing to kiss her brother’s scraped knee. My pre–teen throws his arm around my waist and offers an unexpected hug. My toddler says, “I’m sorry,” without prompting. These are signs of summer, revitalizing fuel for a tired planter. Each splash of green reminds me that my season will change, that the Giver of Life is still at work. I thank the Son for shining on the seeds I plant. I thank the Father for growing what I cannot grow. And I pray for harvest. In God’s time. In God’s way. By God’s grace.
The Overflow: “If you carefully obey all the commands I am giving you today, and if you love the Lord your God and serve him with all your heart and soul, then he will send the rains in their proper seasons, the early and late rains– so you can bring in your harvests of grain, new wine, and olive oil….” Dt 11:13