Dear Heavenly Father,

     You said to us, “You must be ground like wheat, recover and then you can help your brothers and sisters.”  We are born in innocence.  The fields of life serve as our teachers.

The water flows; the water stagnates.  The sun shines; the clouds darken.

     We grow until the scythe and the sickle cut us down.  Life’s inevitable examiner comes with a thresher.  Our moments of life are separated by the beating of the thresher’s stick.

     Seeds, hulks and stalks fall from the life we have lived.  Now is the time for us to recover.

The seeds are full of life’s soul.  They are fruitful; they live in love.  

     It is now that our eyes and ears, our hearts and minds can rise above the husks and stocks remaining below.  We recover.  We step out of the fields.  “We have finished the race.”  We can now serve our sisters and brothers. 

     Perhaps the simple lesson is:  The fields are necessary, the recovery optional.

Rejoice in the Lord always…again I say rejoice