We climb up, up the ladder, Baby Girl and I. We squeeze into the cab with her grandpa, my dad. The space seems smaller since the last time I sat here (although the seat assures me it is I who have grown), but the honest smells of dust and grease and hard work are the same.
As we cozy close together, my shoulder against my dad's, Baby Girl clings tightly to my hands and presses back into my body. It's her first harvest up close, up high.
He talks about the beans, how they're not as good as he'd hoped. Too much rain too early, too little later on. For years this farmer-dad of mine has been teaching me lessons about everything, but most of all, leading me in the Way.
And now, the farmer has turned preacher. He will be sharing his love, his knowledge, his Lord with many, in a new way.
"Look at the fields! They are ripe for harvest." John 4:35
"The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few." Matthew 9:37
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