I worked at the produce farm this morning.  As usual, I was left by myself to work.  Left with my own thoughts and the rows of labor in front of me.

My mind almost always flashes to Genesis 3 as I bend and ache and itch —

“Cursed is the ground because of you;
       through painful toil you will eat of it all the days of your life.” (vs.17)

As I pick my way through towering weeds and get stung by nettle, searching for the “fruit” of the bush/vine —

“It will produce thorns and thistles for you,
       and you will eat the plants of the field.” (vs. 18)

As my clothing gets soaked in the hot, humid weather making me weak with thirst —

“By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground,
       since from it you were taken;  for dust you are and to dust you will return.” (vs. 19)

Every time I spend my couple hours there, I am awed by the sheer amount of work that it takes to produce the food that we just automatically expect to see every time we walk into a market.  It makes me thankful for the people who farm the fields day in and out so that my family can eat, and eat well with an enormous amount of variety.  We are so blessed!