Sunday Scribblings Prompt: Harvest
Ecclesiastes 3:1-2:A time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
The true harvest of my life is intangible-a little stardust caught, a portion of the rainbow I have clutched.” Henry David Thoreau
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven
My harvest is the fruit of my labors whether it being my role as a wife, mother, or friend. It is the rewards of intentional living. It is a beautiful feeling to me to watch the efforts of having raised my children pay off. Sometimes, it comes in small samples. It might be one of my children helping someone in need, or helping out around the house without being asked. It might comes in the gift of them cooking for me or overhearing them actually say something nice about me to a friend. Or it might come in a simpler form such as a hug. It might come in watching them make a good decision on their own. It comes in little everyday moments that assure me that we’ve all done ok by one another. It resonates in manners, actions, and relationships.
The harvest of a marriage is mutual love and respect. I get back everything I put into it and even more. It is watching dreams come true together. It is knowing that as I am about to stumble, literally or figuratively, there is a hand stronger and larger than mine that is ready to pull me up. It is knowing the needs of another person without being told and having them know yours. It is that quiet presence of a kindred soul in the room with you. It is going to bed together at night and waking up beside one another in the morning. It is that continuity of life and love in a shared space. It is that appendage of your own being.
What we plant in the soil of contemplation, we shall reap in the harvest of action.” Meister Eckhart
I find that I often plant seeds of good intention but fail to follow through. I mean I really have great plans to do many things, but never seem to get around to actually doing them. It seems there isn’t enough time. Sometimes it has been things I would like to do or make for other people and haven’t had the time or energy. Other times, it has been things I’d like to do for myself…like write that book that rolling around in my head. I’m really not sure if I am more lazy or just more afraid of failure. Or maybe I am just complacent? I realize things don’t just happen on their own. If I want things to happen, I must be the catalyst.
In the big scheme of things, much of those things don’t matter. It is the small meaningful things that are important. There are the plans that go into dinners, taking care of the house, and the needs of others that count. The seeds that go into our every day living and our relationships are what matters in the long run. That is the produce that I tend and reap profit. The planting of love, respect, kindness, generosity, and honesty yields the very same produce.
There have been times that I have had obligations that I really did not want to fulfill. I just wanted to spend the time alone. However, most times guilt has gotten my rear in gear. And I must admit that I have seldom been disappointed. I am almost always blessed when I donate my services to others.
“We must give more in order to get more. It is the generous giving of ourselves that produces the generous harvest.” Orison Swett Marden
When I do things for other people, I benefit as much if not more than they do. I feel good inside. I feel connected. I know I’ve made a difference. And many times it comes back in other ways. It’s like a chain. You do something, then someone else does, and so on and so on. Eventually, you may be the one being helped. Of course there is also the universal law of what goes around comes around or the tenfold blessing of God. Seriously, don’t you find that when you are doing good in the world, things seem to fall in place for you? I have felt this way at times. And then there are times, that I am selfish and it seems that everything falls apart. Coincidence? Maybe, maybe not.
I do know that making connections and giving of myself out of heartfelt kindness does result in a fruitful life of love and happiness. Even when I am tired or short tempered, I feel better in the end if I have done my share.
Recently, I had a friend call me and ask me if I could sew some things for her classroom. She had cut her hand badly and was unable to finish her student projects before school started. I was more than happy to help her. She was thrilled that I did it. She even brought me Cheesecake Factory cheesecake which I actually passed on to my family. (See, everyone benefits!) Her gratitude made me feel good that I was able to help out. I know she would do the same for me. What I envisioned when I was sewing these cute little over-the-chair desk organizers was the smile on each little tots face as they came in and saw them. Anyway, because of that she referred me to another one of our friends for a paid sewing job. I didn’t accept that assignment, but I was offered the opportunity to make money on the side had I been interested. Sometimes, blessings travel in circles. When we give of ourselves, we can never be certain of the harvest we will reap.
I realize there is so much more that I can and should be doing to help my own community. I am not nearly as active as I used to be. I know I need to make an effort. Lately, I have been more concerned with helping someone I know. Time is short, and there are times and circumstances that call for us to focus on those that we love rather than strangers. When the time is right, I will get back out there and do my share. For now, I will plant my seeds closer to my heart and as the harvest comes in, I intend to enjoy each and every moment of happiness.