Evening comes, and I weave a path through the windbreak, then down past rows of almost-tassling corn.
Sun sinks low past that line of 200 trees that he and I planted seven years ago, when we came home to stay. Sun drops behind the country church, silhouetting the place that took us in … as if we’d always belonged there.
In orange glow of sunset, I remember the first time I took communion there, tears streaming down cheeks.
I’m finding, more and more, that who we are is found in the things we grow. And for us, these things have deep roots: family, crops, a legacy of generations, an old country church, words rooted in the Word … Root of David.
This is the art of what we grow, and it makes up the God Gallery of our days. I walk through His museum, touch the artwork, breathe it in and discover that I can lose myself and find myself all at once.
In mid-summer days, this is how we’re growing …
“… That you may live a life
worthy of the Lord
and may please him in every way:
bearing fruit in every good work,
in the knowledge of God …”
— Colossians 1:10
Photos: Sunset at windbreak; Tea parties and homegrown fun; horsing around with Uncle Mark; head-high corn; growing good habits of running with daughter (her second 5K); lawn-mower rides; our church at sunset.
Church sunset photo credit: Neighbor Scott F.