Patience! Have PATIENCE! The fruit will be ripe for harvest – just WAIT!
So, guess what the Fruit of the Spirit is that we studied this week. Got it in one! Patience. Not an easy fruit to bring forth whether you are very young or all grown-up. We saw evidence of that in the watermelon patch!
Just look at all the bounty!
Our sharp-eyed gardeners counted seven bulging watermelon rounds grown so very big in just a few days!
I would suppose that may have been due to the good weeding they got last week!
Pluck those weeds and the watermelon gets more choice nutrients from the soil.
But, Miss Jeanette said it wasn’t time to harvest them. Cucumbers, yes. We’ve gathered a couple of those each week . . .
Tomatoes, you bet! Plenty of them to be had regularly . . .
We even gathered in our first of the zucchini – growing – if you’ll pardon the pun – like weeds, to be sure!
But . . . not the watermelon – yet. We must have patience. And, wait.
More waiting in the green beans, too. One is tempted to just plow under the rabbit ravaged plot at the far end of the field.
Even with the fence held fast – and Mr. Scarecrow – these little bean shoots seem to be just that – LITTLE shoots. The weeds are growing faster than these beans!
The other green bean plot seems to be rallying well. Look at the large and lush happening there!
But, through our scant little plot of green beans, here, we are reminded that even though the LITTLE shoots are growing slow and small – they are growing nonetheless. Have patience! In due season they will come forth and produce their beans in bulk. Perhaps not as quickly as their sister plot across the way – but – in their own day. In God’s time – wait.
A good lesson to learn from the garden the next time we get frustrated with a brother or a sister who just doesn’t seem to “get it” – and we’re ready to throw the towel in on them. Cross them off the list. Plow them under and out of our life because they are just so weak. And, yet, the Lord would advise, patience:
A recent rain storm was too much for them and over they went – falling out of the boundaries of their plot of soil and onto the ground. They need to be lifted up, held in place by something stronger, it would seem, than their fragile stalks.
All lifted up and ready to wait . . . patiently . . . until harvest!