Daily Mercy

We cut hay this week. It was some nice, thick hay too. Lots of rain has generated more grass in the pastures than the herd can even eat. Such a blessing!

But now we wait. We wait and pray for no rain while the thick hay dries out before getting baled for the winter. We wait and pray because wet hay rots; and the time, energy, fuel, and replacement cost combine to put a high value on the newly-mown hay and future bales. We wait and pray because, for now, there is nothing else we can do. The weather is completely out of our control.

Being at the mercy of the weather brings our lack of control front and center. We are helpless in ourselves. While less obvious most days, this helplessness is no less true of any of our other efforts. Our plans and our schedules, while our responsibility, are not written in stone and not entirely up to us. We plan, but God determines how the day actually goes. Stuff happens. Plans change. Fatigue comes.

This could be discouraging, but today let’s dwell on the truth that our weather and our times and our days (and our hayfields) are at the mercy of an infinitely merciful God. If we need mercy, He is by far the best One to turn to! How much mercy has He already shown? He delights in showing yet more. As our salvation, so our days depend “not on human will or exertion, but on God, who has mercy.” (Romans 9:16) And what a mercy it is, too! A rich mercy, shown with great love. (Ephesians 2:4).

Feeling helpless? Remember this mercy.

Worth the Time

It’s strawberry season, and one of my favorite things to do with fresh strawberries is make pie. I make my grandma’s “very favorite pie,” to be exact. Sounds lovely, doesn’t it?

Well, to make that pie requires a multitude of steps and a great deal of time. On the day I decided I would like to do it, the effort started with making the pie crust. That in itself is a project — mixing and chilling and rolling and chilling and baking and cooling. Then comes a drive out of town to a local strawberry farm (because berries from the store are just not the same taste). It is 1.5 hours, round trip, and the drive through the countryside was lovely (even if I did get a later start than I wanted). Once home, the berries need to be washed and hulled and cut. Now for the really fun part, the filling. It’s homemade from scratch, which isn’t always the best choice but often is the only way to just the right taste. Bringing the syrup to a boil over low heat, constantly stirring, generally involves me pulling up a chair and settling in for the long haul. No rushing this process! After the filling is done and the pie crust is full, the pie has to be cooled before serving.

There could be a lesson in there about planning ahead (no way to make this pie an hour before dinner…), but my thoughts were mostly about the investment of time. Some things are worth the time. A store-bought pie would not be the same, in this case. To get the pie with sentimental value and exceptional taste, I had to spend the time on all the steps. If I resented the drive time, I would not end up with a pie served with love. If I don’t enjoy farm-fresh berries, I miss out on the gracious gift of good, good food from my Father. It’s not just sustenance; it is a delicious experience. If I rushed the cooking, the filling would burn. If I didn’t have the time to spend on all this in the first place, our household would not savor this treat together!

Why do we manage our time? We guard time for the precious things in life. We work to make sure that we have time for the things that matter most — loving and being loved. Some days, some years, that means making pie.