|First Big Strawberry Harvest|
We have too many.
My husband flips pancakes with a neighbor's son, and soon, we have stacks upon stacks of strawberry-stuffed pancakes.
|Strawberry Pancake Stack|
Everyone talks about this great harvest.
I offer up the secret: you plant in compost.
A few years back, we learned from our neighbors down the road how to compost. We let organic material decay, and then it becomes fertilizer. Our town lets you purchase a whole truckload of compost for next to nothing, but we also have our own composting bins outside the back door. After a year, we have nutrient rich fertilizer from the waste of our lives: eggshells, coffee grounds, paper, and yard trimmings, fruit and vegetable peels.
All morning, I gaze at this bountiful harvest that comes about on the foundation of waste, decay, and brokenness. Compost--that break down--provides exactly what the plants need. I'm in awe of the whole process.
I think about my own fruitfulness as a wife, mother, and friend. Isn't it true that any good thing God produces through my life needs fertilizer? I'll never look at hardship, suffering, or my break-downs the same way again. What I see as waste and decay just might be the fertilizer for next year's harvest.
Journal: Has suffering been like fertilizer to me?