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There is an appointed time for everything

September 17th, 2018 | by SanTan Sun News
There is an appointed time for everything
Spirituality
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By Lynne Hartke, Guest Writer

When my parents were still alive, I often escaped the heat of Arizona to visit their country home in Minnesota. “The corn has tasseled,” Mom said on one of those visits as we drove past the neighboring farms on our way to town.

I looked at the corn. Tassels swayed above the emerald green stalks standing in attention like soldiers in the field. As a desert dweller for three decades, I hadn’t spent much time thinking about the life cycles of corn.

Unlike my mom.

She watched the corn grow outside her kitchen window in the two-story farmhouse where she moved in 1964 with my dad and three young children under the age of 5 and pregnant with one more child, the beginning seed growing inside.

For 50 years she watched the corn from that window. The planting. The young stalks pushing through the dark earth, reaching for drinks of sunlight and rainwater while four children stretched tall in the Minnesota summer. Each year the tassels arrived to pollinate the corn ears, readying the plant for harvest as the kernels grew ripe and yellow.

• Planting.

• Growing.

• Maturing.

• Harvesting.

Amid the cycles of the corn, my parents raised a family that grew up and moved to all corners of the United States, but in the summer, we returned with our children and children’s children to the home surrounded by corn.

In Ecclesiastes 3:1-2, the writer declares, “There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven…a time to plant, and a time to uproot what is planted.”

I can’t help thinking of life’s seasons as I stand at my own window and watch the monsoon rains roll in, bringing the yearly promise of necessary moisture. I too raised four children that grew tall – but under the Arizona sun, however.

Our youngest son is getting married in October. At 6-foot-3, he is a stalk towering over me. When did he stretch beyond my grasp? A fourth grandchild is due in December. A new seed sprouting. A new beginning.

I wish I could slow down time, to allow some changes and not others. But that is not the lesson I hear as I stand at my window and watch the monsoon rains. It is not the lesson my mother heard when she watched the corn.

There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven…a time to plant, and a time to uproot what is planted.

-Lynne Hartke is the author of “Under a Desert Sky”and the wife of pastor and Chandler Mayor-elect Kevin Hartke. She blogs at lynnehartke.com.

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