Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.— Paul the Apostle
Almighty Harvest Time quotations
One day, you will wake up and there won't be any more time to do the thing you've always wanted. Do it now.
The time has come to reclaim the stolen harvest and celebrate the growing and giving of good food as the highest gift and the most revolutionary act.
Now is the accepted time, not tomorrow, not some more convenient season.
It is today that our best work can be done and not some future day or future year. It is today that we fit ourselves for the greater usefulness of tomorrow. Today is the seed time, now are the hours of work, and tomorrow comes the harvest and the playtime.
Every time you judge someone else, you reveal an unhealed part of yourself.
Now is the accepted time, not tomorrow, not some more convenient season.
It is today that our best work can be done.
It's true that (many) are praying for a worldwide revival.
But it would be more timely, and more scriptural, for prayer to be made to the Lord of the harvest, that He would raise up and thrust forth laborers who would fearlessly and faithfully preach those truths which are calculated to bring about a revival.
For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together.
For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.
Don't compare your life to others. There's no comparison between the sun and the moon. They shine when it's their time.
The hard work of sowing seed in what looks like perfectly empty earth has a time of harvest. All suffering, pain, emptiness, disappointment is seed: sow it in God and He will, finally, bring a crop of joy from it.
Be of service. Whether you make yourself available to a friend or co-worker, or you make time every month to do volunteer work, there is nothing that harvests more of a feeling of empowerment than being of service to someone in need.
How frequent, how constant ought we to be, like Christ Jesus our example, in doing good, especially to the souls of men and especially to the household of faith (yea, even to our enemies), when we remember that this is our seed time, of which every minute is precious, and that as our sowing is, so shall be our eternal harvest.
Do not set aside your happiness. Do not wait to be happy in the future. The best time to be happy is always now.
The harvest moon has no innocence, like the slim quarter moon of a spring twilight, nor has it the silver penny brilliance of the moon that looks down upon the resorts of summer time. Wise, ripe, and portly, like an old Bacchus, it waxes night after night.
If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It's a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it's time to reflect on what's come before.
old pear tree starlings announce harvest time
Never give up on a dream just because of the time it will take to accomplish it. The time will pass away.
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
If people persist in trespassing upon the grizzlies' territory, we must accept the fact that the grizzlies, from time to time, will harvest a few trespassers.
Live as if you liked yourself, and it may happen: reach out, keep reaching out, keep bringing in. This is how we are going to live for a long time: not always, for every gardener knows that after the digging, after the planting, after the long season of tending and growth, the harvest comes.
Life has a way of testing a person's will, either by having nothing happen at all or by having everything happen at once.
The slacker does not plow during planting season; at harvest time he looks, and there is nothing.
The greatest form of maturity is at harvest time.
This is when we must learn how to reap without complaint if the amounts are small and how to reap without apology if the amounts are big.
The only thing that endures over time is the 'Law of the Farm.
' You must prepare the ground, plant the seed, cultivate, and water if you expect to reap the harvest.
Sometimes there is no next time, no time-outs, no second chances. Sometimes it's now or never.
How can they expect a harvest of thought who have not had the seed time of character.
The whole of life is a journey toward youthful old age, toward self-contemplation, love, gaiety, and, in a fundamental sense, the most gratifying time of our lives. . . . "Old age" should be a harvest time when the riches of life are reaped and enjoyed, while it continues to be a special period for self-development and expansion.
Now God comes to thee, not as in the dawning of the day, not as in the bud of the spring, but as the sun at noon to illustrate all shadows, as the sheaves in harvest, to fill all penuries, all occasions invite his mercies, and all times are his seasons.
Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different.
A pregnant woman is like a beautiful flowering tree, but take care when it comes time for the harvest that you do not shake or bruise the tree, for in doing so, you may harm both the tree and its fruit.
Life is a thing of many stages and moving parts.
What we do with ease at one time of life we can hardly manage at another. What we could not fathom doing when we were young, we find great joy in when we are old. Like the seasons through which we move, life itself is a never-ending series of harvests, a different fruit for every time.
For aging is an art. The years between its first intimations and the time of the ultimate letting go of all earthly things can-if the readiness and resolve are there-be the real harvest of our lives.
Every time you are tempted to react in the same old way, ask if you want to be a prisoner of the past or a pioneer of the future.
No ray of sunlight is ever lost, but the green which it awakes into existence needs time to sprout, and it is not always granted to the sower to see the harvest. All work that is worth anything is done in faith.
Stem-cell research on embryos is an even worse excuse for the slaughter of life than abortion. No woman is even being spared an inconvenience this time.... It's just harvest and slaughter, harvest and slaughter, harvest and slaughter.
Blackberry winter, the time when the hoarforst lies on the blackberry blossoms;
without this frost the berries will not set. It is the forerunner of a rich harvest.
Your hardest times often lead to the greatest moments of your life. Keep going. Tough situations build strong people in the end.
The year goes wrong, and tares grow strong, Hope starves without a crumb;
But God's time is our harvest time, And that is sure to come.
Suffering times are a Christian's harvest time.
The happiest people are those who have harvested their time in others.
The unhappiest people are those who wonder how the world is going to make them happy.
Live your life. Take chances. Be crazy. Don't wait. Because right now is the oldest you've ever been and the youngest you'll ever be again.
There is a continuity about the garden and an order of succession in the garden year which is deeply pleasing, and in one sense there are no breaks or divisions - seed time flows on to flowering time and harvest time; no sooner is one thing dying than another is coming to life.
Symbolic of life, hair bolts from our head[s].
Like the earth, it can be harvested, but it will rise again. We can change its color and texture when the mood strikes us, but in time it will return to its original form, just as Nature will in time turn our precisely laid-out cities into a weed-way.
There are times to cultivate and create, when you nurture your world and give birth to new ideas and ventures. There are times of flourishing and abundance, when life feels in full bloom, energized and expanding. And there are times of fruition, when things come to an end. They have reached their climax and must be harvested before they begin to fade. And finally of course, there are times that are cold, and cutting and empty, times when the spring of new beginnings seems like a distant dream. Those rhythms in life are natural events. They weave into one another as day follows night, bringing, not messages of hope and fear, but messages of how things are.
True, what you sacrifice for the world is but poorly recognized by it;
for it is man that rules and reaps the harvest; the thousand night watches and sacrifices by which a mother secures the state a hero or a poet are forgotten, not even mentioned, for the mother herself does not mention them, and so one century after another do the wives, unknown and unrewarded send forth the arrows, the starts the storm-birds and the nightingales of time.
He thinks with regret of the great days when he could at harvest time at least go down into Hungary and work on the big estates and bring back, as his wage, a side of bacon for the winter. That was wealth, to him.