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We will reap a harvest if we don’t give up

We will reap a harvest if we don’t give up
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By Lynne Hartke
Guest Writer

I am pretending it is fall. I play this mind game with myself every September here in the desert. 100-degree temps, another six weeks of shorts (at least), and endless sunshine do not speak fall to me. So, after staring at the thermometer on the back porch in disgust last week, I said “Enough!” and declared a revolution. Of sorts.

The candles came out from the shelf in the back room where they had been collecting dust for five months. I ordered several teas online, including almond cookie black tea. I set up a table on the back porch and made a fall flower arrangement from cuttings I had collected of dried plants by our cabin in northern Arizona.

Four-foot spires of dried mullein in dark brown. Tan clusters of yarrow. Seed pods. Pinecones. Stalks of rust grass.

I arranged, sorted and trimmed, placing the promise of cooler weather and a season of harvest on the mantle over our fireplace. An orange-and-brown plaid bow crowned the center and it was done. Autumn had arrived in our family room.

As a girl growing up in Minnesota, fall had meant back-to-school shopping for long pants and new sweaters, raking leaves (and jumping in the pile), and the aroma of mom’s homemade applesauce on the stove. My siblings and I had picked the last of the green beans and tomatoes from the garden before the first frost, while dad pedaled our bikes down to the barn to store them until spring.

Like the rustle of oak leaves in the wind, those memories still stir every September.

Maybe this explains the restlessness I feel every autumn. I am weary of hot weather. To my very bones. The pandemic and record heat waves only aggravated the feeling this year. I am done with it all.

The Bible talks about another type of weariness—the weariness of doing good. As the high temperatures and fire season have lingered, kindness and goodness are also lagging this year, as elusive as a fifty-degree morning.

Galatians 6:9 states, “Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.”

Don’t lose heart, my friends. Cooler weather is coming. And so is a harvest of goodness. In the meantime, I think I will dig out my pumpkin bread recipe.

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

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