I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
Have you heard about what the wise farmer said when asked about the size of his garden?
One for me. One for thee. And one for the bird up in the tree.
I like that.
It isn’t an accounting of the seeds you see.
It is a way of living a life that has balance. And joy. And grace.
Life can easily get out of balance and when it does, whew! What a distortion of the beauty we are intended to know - and be.
We can make it “all about ourselves” leading to a hell of accumulation and injustice. If the pronoun “mine” is dominant we might want to do some hard praying.
On the other hand, I know a thing or two about burnout. I, very frequently, tell people that you can’t take care of “business” if you don’t take care of yourself.
“Physician, heal thyself!”
And that bird? You may already know this but there are things we can’t control. They are beyond us.
So faith is the key to the balance. I can “be good to myself” and I can “love my neighbor” but that doesn’t mean that the diagnosis won’t eventually be bleak and it doesn’t mean that the neighbor will be gracious in return.
And it sure as heck does mean that I can’t control the economy or the politics or the violence and prejudice and hurt that is so clearly a part of my life - and yours.
So that “bird up in the tree” is the gorilla in our room. The monkey wrench in our lives. The unexpected twist. (Cliches anyone?) That bird is there watching and waiting.
And the only thing we can do about it is have faith.
And say “bring it on.”
Because we have a balance in our lives that comes from being born again into a new creation that takes the unexpected into account. A balance born of faith that nothing can separate us from the love of God!
When you are on your game I see that balance very clearly. And I am so grateful to God. Because I, indeed, the whole creation, needs to see wise farmers like you.