Sunday, May 30, 2010

The Growing Season

It has been a while since I've written, but it hasn't been because of any extraordinary event. Instead, it's been a series of life moments.

Coping, resting, struggling,
exerting, enjoying, recovering,
praying, escaping,
working, worshiping,
crying, surviving.

Wash, Rinse, Repeat.

It's a struggle to maintain my faith sometimes when I face so many physical and circumstantial challenges. The simple act of sleeping is a huge problem for me, and just getting myself out of bed when I wake up can be a big achievement. I find my hope waning when I am eroded by challenges that never seem to end, and I cry out for God to help me endure, to help me to get through these trials in a manner pleasing to him.

A couple days ago, I read about Jesus describing the slow growing nature of the kingdom of heaven by comparing it to the earthly concept of farming. He said:

"The kingdom of God is as if a man should scatter seed on the ground. He sleeps and rises night and day, and seed sprouts and grows; he knows not how. The earth produces by itself, first the blade, then the ear, then the full grain in the ear. But when the grain is ripe, at once he puts in the sickle, because the harvest had come." ~Mark 4:26-29

Each night and day, I sleep and rise, waiting and watching for God to move and act. I wait like a farmer patiently waits for his crops, realizing that the control is not in my hands.

I think that there is not much excitement or prestige in seasons of waiting. It's a quiet time if you are just a casual observer. Not much happens on the surface. But tiny blades of grain popping up from the soil attest to the fact that there is powerful life at work beneath the surface.

As God uses painful circumstances in my life to shape me and grow me, I'm finding two things:
1) I don't know how to make this process happen on my own. It is God who labors to change and grow my faith through these trials that he allows.
2) The process of growing and waiting is so painfully slow at times as to seem almost stagnant, but there is something powerful happening in my soul as time passes.

It's easy to think of "big faith" in terms of famous evangelists like Billy Graham in a stadium shouting profound words of wisdom, changing lives of thousands at a time. It's natural to think of "active faith" as missionaries traveling the globe, reaching out to touch the poorest of the poor, helping in the far corners of the earth. And those are indeed exciting times of harvest.

But there is so much more to walking with Christ than the "big" moments of harvest. The quiet daily times in his Word - one chapter of scripture each day, one by one by one. One paragraph of sharing my heart in my prayer journal, adding up over the months to fill a book. It's the times of tending to family through encouraging words, caring touch, and helpful deeds that aren't public or glamorous but add up in God's sight. The days when nothing "happens" or "gets done" except determining to hang on to faith, to keep going through another day of discomfort, and to make tomorrow better if possible - those days can easily be regarded as "wasteful," but they make up a very important growing season.

I encourage you today, especially if you are someone struggling with chronic illness like I am, to relax your expectations and not to try to make every day a "harvest" day. It is so easy to overlook the quiet glory of the growing grain.

"Patient endurance" is a powerful phrase that a friend of mine uses when she asks for prayer. Suffering long-term with disability is not easy, and it's natural to just want total relief, but when I read the Bible, I find more and more that "patient endurance" is a quality that God values most highly (and rewards!) in his people. The only way to acquire it, however, is (sadly) not through being hit with God's wand-o'-instant-patience but instead to experience adversity and determine to cling to Christ through it. We build up powerful strength like weightlifters do - one rep at a time. Each setback is another weight on the barbell. We ask God why? He responds with the heaviness of silence. Meanwhile, we keep on lifting as our muscles of faith are growing imperceptibly stronger each and every day.

"If we have died with him, we will also live with him;
if we endure, we will also reign with him;"
2 Timothy 2:11-12


David said...

Hi I have been reading your blog for a while.. I am blessed with dysautonomia... and have been going down hill since October...yeah things are getting real hard... sometimes the hardest thing to sustain is hope... Those who I thought would be there seem to have seems my expectations of my christian friends were too high... I feel forgotten by those, who have prayed with me in the past. I thought they would be there... So I find my new friends in people I will mostlikely never meet. people like me how are undergoing incredible battles in body and spirit... so I want to say thanks for all your writings and your blog... In them I find hope and courage to keep on, no matter the cost... so thanks and God bless you abundantly


Qavah said...


Thank you so much for writing and sharing what you are going through. I'm sorry to hear you are feeling worse and have had people fail you. Disappointment and loss are so hard to cope with in addition to the physical symptoms. Please know you will be in my prayers. Your note was a much needed encouragement for me today!

These verses came to mind as I was writing back to you -
2 Corinthians 4:16-18
Psalm 73:26

I pray God will bless you as you cling to him and continue to persevere.

emily said...

This was a fantastic post! From one 'doer' to another, it's a really good reminder of those times when we look at our days as not 'getting anything done', etc. In reality, I think we are growing the most and the seeds have so much room to grow when we are not busy 'doing' all of the time. I know this, yet I need to be reminded of it on a daily basis because I constantly feel like I am not 'enough'. But we are. And we are to God. Also, I think so much about what we consider 'doing'. Those days that all you get 'done' is an email to me. Well, you've changed the whole energy of the world, the whole energy of my day, and the whole energy of my life. You've blessed it. So many people are so busy 'doing' they forget the compassion, love, and empathy that we have time to give in the growing season. Even if it is love for God that day. Or love for ourselves. Those are big accomplshments. Love, Em