Ever have one of those weeks filled so back to back that you lived a week’s worth by Tuesday? That was me last week.
Tuesday evening, trying to eke out a deadline, I fell asleep with my laptop open before ever hitting submit.
Wednesday I was still holding everything together pretty well but the afternoon took a hard left. For the rest of the week, I found myself handling one after another weighty issues.
Sometimes life piles on.
I was okay with the first couple of big things, but by the end of the week I was staggering under the weight of them altogether.
“I want to clock out!” my mind groaned. Weeks like that tempt me to give in and give up.
Maybe you’re knee-deep in mothering and elbow-deep in teaching and re-teaching the same lesson to the same little hearts while trying to use your inside voice.
Maybe God has called you to a ministry and you responded with great eagerness in big faith only to find slow-opening doors, an overwhelming to-do list, constant pushes and tugs that feel like the world and not the Lord.
Maybe you’re in a job you saw yourself moving from years ago. You feel stuck in stress, and while everyone else has traveled on, you feel grounded on a looping baggage carousel.
Or maybe you’ve been waiting for God to answer that need. You’ve prayed over and over, first in great hope, then desperation and now — while you know God can, you’re not certain He will.
God not only understands our weariness, He anticipates it.
“And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.”
It’s easy to get bogged down in the day to day and become weary from complications and frustrations and delays.
Because we walk by faith, we can only see today. But over and over in his word, God promises that our daily sowing will produce a harvest.
Charles Stanley says this about sowing —
We will reap what we sow.
We will reap more than we sow.
We will reap long after we sow.
We will reap IF we sow and WHAT we sow. We can’t expect snapdragons if we’re only planting crabgrass. But if we are planting good seed – faithfully following God and his ways – then there will be a harvest for our labor.
Then too, we will reap more than we sow.
Our daily offerings in mothering and ministry, in work and the wait feel inadequate. And they are.
We aren’t enough to cultivate little souls or produce kingdom work.
But our job is only to faithfully sow our small seed; to press past crucified flesh depending on God to multiply and bring about his harvest.
In due season.
And there it is. That’s the hard part. It’s not really the labor of sowing that makes us weary. It’s the agonizing wait.
We need to know that “in due season” is not some vague point in the future. That phrase refers to a specific point when all things have come to a head. It means at just the right moment or the opportune time, distinct to you.
God’s timing is EVERYTHING.
He times his harvest precisely and intentionally.
And that’s good news for the weary woman.
God’s law of sowing and reaping isn’t a possibility or a probability but a principle on which he’s ordered his kingdom.
It’s as certain as his law of gravity.
So, when life piles on, when we want to clock out or give up, let’s remember our labor in never in vain.
There is enormous life in every seed. But we must faithfully sow. We must crucify flesh. And then wait with hope for God to take our inadequacy and bring about his bounty.
Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy.
Those who go out weeping, carrying seed to sow,
will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with them.