A Time To Reap

Two weeks ago in a posting titled, “Prayer changes things . . . but not everything,” I wrote that “a farmer could dig up snow and push seeds into the frozen ground but no matter how much faith he has he won’t reap potatoes.”

Since posting it, this sentence has haunted me. I used it to illustrate that there’s a time to plant, and it isn’t when the ground is frozen, and a time to reap . . . but my illustration was faulty. Seeds, even those planted in frozen soil contain life. When the sun warms and rain falls a seed planted out of season will take root.

Seeds are resilient. Two thousand year-old seeds discovered in long-forgotten clay pots, planted and watered, have sprouted in Israel. Seeds are distributed by wind . . . maple keys have little wings that carry them long distances from the mother tree. Birds eat seeds in their winter homes and deposit them on their journeys. Floods uproot seeds and sail them to new locations.

morning glories

Once, an infant morning glory showed up in my side flower bed. It wound its way upward and through the fence boards and blessed me with a glorious crop of blue trumpets. I did nothing to deserve this blessing but allow a little sprout a few inches of my garden’s soil. He paid me back a hundred fold and more.

Perhaps you’ve planted seed that hasn’t grown . . . yet. Maybe not tomorrow, not when you expect it or when you’ve planned for it but in His time, an appointed time, dew from Heaven will water your precious long-forgotten seeds and cause them to flourish.

“Let us not lose heart . . . for at the appointed season we shall reap if we do not loosen and relax our courage.” Galatians 6:9


About rosemccormickbrandon

An award winning personal experience writer, Rose McCormick Brandon is a frequent contributor to faith magazines, devotionals and compilations, including Chicken Soup for the Soul. Rose is the author of Promises of Home: Stories of Canada's British Home Children (2014). One Good Word Makes all the Difference (2013), He Loves Me Not, He Loves Me (2012) and Vanished: What Happened to My Son. She's a frequent contributor to The Testimony, Today's Pentecostal Evangel and other faith magazines in Canada, U.S. and Australia. Rose also writes about Canadian history, specifically the era of Child Immigration from Britain. Read her stories of child immigrants at: http://littleimmigrants.wordpress.com
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6 Responses to A Time To Reap

  1. Susie says:

    I came here because I liked the sound of your Blog Name! So intriguing. Then I read this post and it very definitely was a “divine accident”. Perfect for me at this moment, thank you!

  2. Joan says:

    Lovely post, Rose. I think maybe the thing to keep in mind is that prayer does change things — but we’re not asking God to meet our agenda, we’re asking Him to meet our needs according to His plan and will. So, seeds that are of Him will grow, in His time and in His way. Some seeds may not even come to fruition within our lifetime. But the master plan is His — He always knows what He’s doing. And He’s promised to care for us, even when we don’t see the results we expect.

  3. I love this for lots of reasons..you aren’t afraid to fess up when you think you made a mistake! Tell lots about your character, Girl!
    And you give those us us with dry seeds a fresh gasp at watering…
    Brenda J Wood

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