Harvest

I'm looking outside my kitchen sliding doors and the word that comes to mind is "harvest." The flowers are full and heavy on their stalks. The peppers and basil are abundantly ripe. The rose bush is bursting. Everything is waiting to be taken, shared, given freely. Their beauty takes my breath away but their giving nature brings me to tears.

At first I admonish myself for not giving as freely of myself but I decide instead to be humbly thankful to God and just receive the riches He prepares gladly for us.

You (Lord God) care for the land and water it; you enrich it abundantly...The grasslands of the desert overflow; the hills are clothed with gladness...The meadows are covered with flocks and the valleys are mantled with grain; they shout for joy and sing. (Psalm 65:9-13)