This morning I made a cake for my not so little boy. Something I've done 32 times now. Such a simple thing to celebrate a life. Gone are the days he stood on the chair next to me waiting impatiently to lick the beaters. Now I'm the impatient one as I wait to spend time with him. When you get right down to it cake can be pretty poignant. Life is precious, time flies, and making cake for someone you love is pretty darned special.
We find ourselves in the middle of harvest out here in our little section of the country. While we don't personally farm, we are blessed to live in farm country. We watch over the fields, are friends with the farmers and pray for their safety. Crops are not the only things planted, tended and harvested. Faith is very much the same.
Life challenges require us to dig deep and harvest our faith. And face it, we all have them. Illness, job loss, divorce, broken hearts, loss of a loved one, or just plain uncertainty. At some point in life we face those hardships. The challenges come, sometimes repeatedly. And we struggle. Until we remember we are not alone.
So I have to ask where are you in your harvest? Who is sharing that journey? And, will there be cake? In case you doubt, let me just say, yes, yes...there will be cake. Better yet, it will be shared. Share your burdens, share your joys and spread your faith. That's a blessed harvest.
