I’ve never picked corn before.
At the supermarket, sure.
But, I had never walked through a cornfield. Until a few weeks ago.
Sunday church was over and while milling around, a friend mentioned a nearby farm was putting on a Harvest Festival.
I knew the place would get crowded later in the afternoon, so I was anxious to get there before noon with Hubby and my two boys.
Problem was, I wore my heels that morning.
I wasn’t dressed for the occasion.
We had to drive home — in the opposite direction — so I could change into my mud-ready outdoor boots.
On our way over, I hoped there was corn left for us to pick.
We arrived at the farm and stood at the edge of the field. Littered with husks.
We were too late.
Someone Who Can Carry
Do you ever feel like it’s too late for you to find joy?
Maybe you’re looking at your schedule or your dreams, and it seems littered with the husks of missed opportunities or crowded with the pressures of the daily grind.
From the way things appear, that pursuit, relationship, job, friendship, child, marriage – that situation – is simply heading in the opposite direction of where you’d like it to be.
You’re caught off guard. Not dressed for the occasion.
In the moment, it feels like nothing can take away your sense of loss or disappointment…
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