Harvest

mostly kirsten 002 mostly kirsten 003 mostly kirsten 004 mostly kirsten 005 mostly kirsten 006 mostly kirsten 007Harvest season has drawn to a close at our farm. I am grateful for a good crop and safety through it all. I always get paranoid over all the dangerous equipment being used. Extra watchfulness on moms part when the children are outside.mostly kirsten 014On the spiritual side of harvest, I think of the verse in Matthew that says “Then saith he unto his disciples, The harvest truly is plenteous, but the labourers are few;”

God is looking for willing workers to spread the good news of His love. Are you doing that, am I doing that, right where I am today? God does not call every one to a country far away, but He does want us to be faithful right where we are. So,so many times I feel I fail in this area. I want to be friendly and kind, but when it comes to sharing the good news, I can be so timid.

As a mother, my number one goal is to point my children to the Truth. And they watch how I relate to others outside our home. Sad to say, I probably have treated a stranger better than I treated them some days. The home is where it can be the toughest.

Awhile back, I had an experience at the grocery store that I thought of sharing, and never did. Then a few days ago, I read this post,and was encouraged by it, and decided to share 🙂

I pulled into line at the checkout. I think I was by myself that day for some reason. There were 2 people ahead of me, the first person was almost done being checked out. Ahead of me was an elderly lady. As I pulled into line, I was taken aback as she swore repeatedly, taking the Lord’s name in vain. I tried to mind my own business, yet wondered if I should say anything. You know how sometimes you just aren’t sure what to do? I realized what had her upset was a simple mixup of her things with the lady in front of her. She was very upset that there was no divider, and she was upset with the cashier as well. She swore again, and I began to feel uncomfortable, and at the same time convicted that I should do or say something. I thought maybe I should offer to pay her groceries, but I was afraid she’d be offended by that. I saw that she appeared to be in pain, so I thought, I know, I’ll help load her groceries on her cart after they are checked out. But she never pulled her cart front all the way, and just stood there and took the bags off the carousel as they came around. Again, I noticed her in pain, but at the same time she appeared so self sufficient, that I balked. And as she pulled away, I thought why didn’t I do anything. So I told the Lord, that if I caught up to her outside, I would do something.

In the meantime, I tried to encourage the cashier, as she appeared discouraged after the tongue lashing. And then a fellow pulled in behind me, and promptly put a divider between his things and mine! I asked him where he found it. Here it was there all along! The lady in front of me had missed it, and so had I.

So I was finished, and headed for the door, sure that I had missed my opportunity. And there she was, just heading out across the parking lot. My heart began to thump. Not sure why, what was she going to do, mock me, lash out? She was small and frail, but I had left my fear of being scorned get in the way. Well, I had promised God, and so I must follow through.

I pulled my cart beside her.” Ma’am, you look like you are in pain, could I help you unload your groceries?” Her first words were something like, “I’m fine”, immediately followed by, “I’m sorry I swore like that.” She went on to express her frustration at the cashier not knowing her stuff. I didn’t know if I should say it, but I told her how I missed the divider too, but that it was there all along. I could tell she was embarrassed. Again I asked if I could help, and she said no, but thanked me. And I felt peace as I walked away, because I had spoke to her.

I thought of it later, how quickly she apologized, and I knew she saw that I was different. I think her pain may have caused her anger and frustration. She told me she has arthritis. And I know for myself, if I’m in pain, it’s easy to speak in anger. My hope is that I encouraged her a little bit. That she saw that I cared.

And so I’ll keep trying to show God’s love, even if it’s in a small way. I know I’ll mess up sometimes, but God gives grace. So glad for that! 🙂

Do you have any interesting stories on sharing the love of Christ? I’d love to hear them 🙂