The Harvest

The Lord's Bounty to the McWhorter Family

Our part of the country (Southeast Indiana) has been experiencing some drought, but nothing as severe as our neighbors to the west.  As we have now begun harvesting from our garden, and being blessed by the giving hearts of other gardeners in our church family, the explosion of color and variety in this basket on our kitchen counter just reminded me of how creatively good and glorious is our God!

God made yellow.  God made squash.  God made yellow squash.  That was His idea!

God made green.  God made zuchinni.  God made green zuchinni.  That was His idea!

God made red.  God made tomatoes.  God made red tomatoes.  That was His idea!

God made green.  God made apples.  God made green apples.  That was His idea!  And green peppers, and green husks concealing yellow and white kernels of fresh corn.  That was His idea!

God made flavors to burst from fruits and vegetables.  That tart green apple was His design!  That juicy rich tomato was His doing!  Getting corn all over your face as you gnaw on it like a horse – yep, that was His glorious plan too!

Have you celebrated the creative glory and genius of God lately?  Have you thanked Him for flavorful meals and the very means to have them?  No science can possibly explain how a seed defies gravity.  It is God’s doing!

And, no scientist or theologian can possibly explain how the seed of the gospel takes root in our hearts and blossoms into love for Jesus the Savior and everlasting joy and life.  That is God’s doing!

Seven days you shall celebrate a feast to the Lord your God in the place which the Lord chooses, because the Lord your God will bless you in all your produce and in all the work of your hands, so that you will be altogether joyful” (Deut 16:15).

“For you have been born again not of seed which is perishable but imperishable, through the living and enduring word of God” (1 Peter 1:23).      

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