I recently stood in my kitchen feeling so very accomplished. I had started the morning with a massive bin full of cucumbers. I was ending the afternoon with a counter full of pickles. It had been a long, sweaty day of work, but I had managed to check a box off my to-do list. As I was preparing to untie my apron and pour myself a glass of iced tea, the door swung open. Six grinning kids, their hands and knees smeared with dirt, began dumping armloads full of— you guessed it— cucumbers into the bin at my feet.
I ended the day with more cucumbers than it had started with. And friends, that’s been the season of life I’ve lived in for all of 2022 so far.
Since January, I have had the sensation of walking through a buffet line with a plastic tray, and being handed plate after plate, trying to wedge each one into the limited surface area without spilling the contents or making the tray itself unstable.
A medically fragile grandchild. An elopement. International travel. A college graduation. Hosting our daughter’s wedding at home. Friends living on our property for two months.
Any of those things might have filled a single bin and defined the year. But every time I turn around, the Lord is pleased to press down that good measure and pour even more, overflowing, into my lap.
Because I know from whom all blessings flow (and each one of those things I listed is a blessing!), I have to frame my perspective around the truth that no, I am not afflicted. Nor should I be overwhelmed. Instead, I should view all this in light of the word ABUNDANCE.
Is everything happening all at once? Does one thing bleed into another? Is there barely a chance to catch my breath? Oh yes. But did I ask for an infertile season? Did I pray for God to allow my faith to run fallow?
Of course not. So here it is. All of it, all at once.
Abundance
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What a good, good Father we serve.
In Christ,
Heather