Families of pheasants. Families of rabbits. Families of squirrels. Families of chipmunks. Families of sparrows. Families of field mice. Families of snakes. Families of frogs. Families we know nothing of resting among the harvest. The corn stalks had become their home. We tried to warn them all that the harvest would be swift and great and the corn is really not a safe place.
A farmer has a right to his own fields. A farmer gracefully watched the harvest grow as each tare sprung up. Patiently waiting for the harvest to be ready, the farmer held back until the harvest was just right.
My prayers are often the same. So many in the valley of indecision. So many standing in a temporary home. The Harvest is great! Don't be caught as undecided while the thresher threshes and the chaff gets blown away. The reapers are reaping and the fields are being cleaned. Hurry! Come! Families of the field, come! Stand by the Farmer while He prepares our Heavenly home.
Jesus, I ask for all those in the valley of indecision to make their choice. Shut the mouth of the accuser that presents lies. I bind up confusion and loosen the clarity of Your Word so that "All who call on the Name of the Lord shall be saved."
In the Powerful Name of Jesus and by Your Redeeming Blood,
Thoughts and Prayers
Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart