I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
I had been looking forward to lay by day.
If you don’t garden you might not know the significance.
You prepare the soil, plant the seed, carefully observe the moisture content, and cultivate.
Cultivate is a fancy word for hoe weeds, pull weeds, till away the weeds, sweat and toil.
Then comes lay by day.
It is the day of the last cultivation.
The corn (or whatever) has matured to the point that you let it go.
It stands alone now.
There are still worms and winds with which it must contend.
But you don’t have to worry anymore about the weeds taking it.
AND, you catch a break.
But this isn’t about that.
It is about wondering if a lay by day comes in raising children.
Or building a marriage.
Or working a job.
Or living a faith.
If our lives were sweet corn we would get a lay by day because there would be one harvest, one feast, one season.
Our lives aren’t sweet corn.
The harvest goes on and on.
The feast is a table set into perpetuity.
And the season is an eternal Spring.
I had been anticipating lay by day for my corn for sometime.
The other weeds, and expectations, I will keep working.
I’m not yet to where I can stand alone.
As our Friend and I were walking and chatting away we strolled by the garden. The first light was on it and the rain was assuring me the crop will make. He looked it over and agreed it was time to lay by the corn. Then he smiled at me and said….
“We’ll take a breather before we resume the other weeding.”