On a couple of occasions lately I've wished I were the harvester. Usually I feel content with being the tiller of the soil, even the planter of the seed and often the waterer ... but rarely am I the harvester.
Two scriptures that illustrate this analogy, and that have been rattling around in my brain, begging to be blogged I guess, are these:
1 Corinthians 2:6 - I planted the seed, Apollos watered it, but God made it grow.
Luke 10:2 - He told them, "The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field.
I've been crying out to the Lord to put me in the field as a harvester, since they're so few. And he's gently led me to read the words around each of these verses, and to recognize myself there. In 1 Corinthians, I am reminded that I am a servant with a task, and all glory belongs to God. Of course. And He had a sweet surprise for me when I sat with Luke 10 ... the harvest is plentiful because of those that till, plant and water. Servant though I am, this was a humbling reminder.
Can I say I'm at peace with this? Not entirely. He seems to be okay with that ... as long as I keep bringing my questions to him. He shows me my true identity. Embracing it is my challenge.
-Candice
