More On Wheat Harvest

Wheat harvest is such a major part of our lives.

 

 

It comes and then it is gone.

 

 

It goes by at lightning speed and at a turtle crawl all at the same time.

 

There is nothing quite like watching all those golden fields disappear underneath the combines as they eat their way across the fields. And the feel of running your hands through the wheat all piled up in the truck and letting the kernels fall between your fingers. And watching the trucks heaped high with their burden of grain.

 

 

Late nights and early mornings. That part catches up quickly and leaves me with a sigh of thankfulness when it is done.

 

 

Racing against the weather. Hoping for optimal weather till every acre is done. Yet, there is almost always rain at some point during the harvest. I can almost put money on the fact that it will rain a day or two after the combines have started rolling! 🙂 It has happened almost every year, of the fifteen years that I have been married to my farmer.

 

 

It really is one of our favorite times of year, even though it is tiring and stressful at times. It is important and it is our living for the year. Before I was married to a farmer, I did not understand why everything else takes a backseat when it is harvest time. I had really never stopped to think about it. Never really stopped to think that when the bulk of your paycheck is coming in within a couple of weeks, you show up to get it! Sometimes I can tell there are people who really don’t understand why we don’t make plans in June. And that’s ok. They would understand and they would be there, I think, if they had a certain time frame when their yearly salary was made.

 

We heave a sigh of relief when the last acre is cut, yet also a sigh with a little bit of sadness because harvest is the best part of farming. My husband’s favorite machine to run is the combine. We like to ride too, and take pictures and play in the wheat trucks. The fields of golden wheat waiting to be harvested are always so beautiful. Here but for a little.

I think my Father in Heaven must feel the same way. I think He loves harvest. He loves the harvest of each soul that calls on Jesus Christ as their Savior. He loves the harvest of each saint that comes home to Him. Those people who belong to Him and serve Him and are here-but for a little. I think He is looking forward to that great harvest when ALL His children will be home with Him!