This is what the kingdom of God is like. A man scatters seed on the ground. Night and day, whether he sleeps or gets up, the seed sprouts and grows, though he does not know how. All by itself the soil produces grain–first the stalk, then the head, then the full kernel in the head. As soon as the grain is ripe, he puts the sickle to it, because the harvest has come.
Mark 4:26-29

Perez was the father of Hezron, Hezron the father of Ram,
Ram the father of Amminadab, Amminidab the father of Nahshon,
Nahshon the father of Salmon, Salmon the father of Boaz,
Boaz the father of Obed, Obed the father of Jesse,
and Jesse the father of David.
Ruth 4:18-22


I like to picture the story of Ruth and Boaz being told to those in the line of Jesse, around dinner tables, before bedtime to the ears of little listeners. And that, my children, is the story of a harvest of faithfulness. All ears tuned, hearts warmed. It’s not a gripping story, but it’s a good one. Ruth and Boaz both trusted God enough to do what he asked of them even when it did not make sense: Ruth to remain loyal to Naomi even though it meant death, and Boaz to look out for Naomi and Ruth even though it was of no advantage to him. The story ends in a peaceful place with marriage and harvest, but the actions of Ruth and Boaz extend farther than the chapters of Ruth. Through their union comes the line of Jesse. Through the line of Jesse comes David. Through David comes Jesus. Our stories will yield a harvest. If we are lucky, we will have glimmers of that in this life. But we are not promised the opportunity to marvel over our harvest–we aren’t promised the opportunity to look at every struggle, every death to self, every act of faithfulness and see how it all fits together. I want to stop living for my own harvest and start being okay with letting my actions echo in some distant place. But do I hope my grandchildren’s grandchildren’s grandchildren will know the story of God in my life: that they will know He is real and that they will see from their vantage point how he pieced together my life to tell a bigger story. If that is where my harvest lies, then obedience and faith and perseverance make a little more sense.


till tall

But blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him.
He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream.
It does not fear when heat comes; it leaves are always green.
It has no worries in a year of drought.
Psalm 1:2-3

to be healed

A large crowd followed and pressed around him. And a woman was there who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years. She had suffered a great deal under the care of many doctors and spent all she had, yet instead of getting better she grew worse. When she heard about Jesus, she came up behind him in the crowd and touched his cloak, because she thought, “If I just touch his clothes, I will be healed.” Immediately her bleeding stopped and she felt in her body that she was freed from her suffering.
At once Jesus realized the power had gone out from him. He turned around in the crowed and asked, “Who touched my clothes?”
“You see the people crowing against you,” his disciples answered, “and yet you can ask, ‘Who touched me?'”
But Jesus kept looking around to see who had done it. Then the woman, knowing what had happened to her, came and fell at his feet and, trembling with fear, told him the whole truth. He said to her, “Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering.”
Mark 5:24-34