Brown. Dry. Dusty.
Has the farmer even done anything to prepare this field? Has he already planted whatever it is he hopes to harvest? I can’t tell. It just looks like a brown, dry, dusty mess to me. The field next to it already has little green sprouts shooting up out of the ground like they can’t wait to taste the sunlight. So, what is the matter with this field that it can’t start producing little green sprouts? So annoying. Brown. Dry. Dusty. It looks dead and done. I don’t want it to be, but day after day - there it is. Brown, dry, and dusty. There is no change.
AND I can’t do anything about it, which is almost more annoying than waiting on it to grow itself. I can’t go stand there with a hose and flood the brown, dry, dusty field in broad daylight in hopes the speed up the growing process. You’re getting annoyed that I keep saying brown, dry, and dusty, aren’t you. That’s how I feel about seeing the brown, dry, dusty field every day.
I am a little bit curious about what it will grow. The farmer knows, but not me. It’s a mystery. A surprise. I don’t even know if we will stay long enough in this house to see any produce or harvest. Which is a bummer, since I’ve been waiting so long to see what will grow.
You should see where I’m going with all this chatter. The brown, dry, and dusty field – that’s our lives. The farmer – that’s God. The sunlight, the water – that’s God bringing what we need in our lives to grow. We can’t force God to do anything.
Whether or not we see a produce in our lives – that’s up to God too. We might not stay long enough in one place to see it. Actually, we probably won’t know the impact we have really made on people until the harvest comes and we sit at the banquet table to eat.
So we just wait and see. And soon we will see beauty, life, and goodness come from all the brown, dry, and dusty.
1 Corinthians 3:6-7, "I planted the seed, Apollos watered it, but God made it grow. So neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things grow"
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