A farming term my dad shared with me the other day was "short rows." Supposedly, the farmer uses this term when he or she is near the end of the harvesting (because the shorter rows are typically at the end of the field). So that's where I sit...and continue to plow, admist the short rows. I'm getting near the end of my time at JMU, but I still have a few weeks of plowing to go. The growing cry in me wants to declare..."who cares"...just let me pass, so I can be done. But I know this is not the appropriate response, and who would want to eat the crops of a half-hearted farmer? So as I continue to plow through directed research, case studies and finals, may the rows grow shorter but still be performed accordingly in front of the auidence of One.
So once this farmer has gotten to the end of the last row, which field does he go to next?? Depending on the season, he might go to the wheat field or the cotton field...but what if for some reason he has no clue what the next season would be or would bring?? My favorite line of Tom Petty..."the waiting is the hardest part"...rings true right now because this waiting keeps my mind going back to future thoughts instead of these last few rows that I must finish (for some reason I can't get away from this analogy...Thanks, Tru!). I once again find myself not knowing what I want to do and seeming like the decision is in someone else's hands...mainly the employers'. Thankfully, God's given me some fairly memorable stones to look upon and remember His faithfulness. I remember thinking during those past uncertain/crazy/confused/freakishly chaotic times how I thought I'd never finish the row (haha, there I go again)...but it got done and it all worked out (Rom. 8:28). So somehow, some way, I want to trust that... not what the next step is, but the Maker and decion-maker of the next step.
