“As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night will never cease.”
~ Genesis 8:22
While most of us are busy making plans for Labor Day fun and fellowship with family and friends, with some getting our children and/or grandchildren ready for a new school year or settled into college dorms, Amish farmers are busy with the fall harvest. It’s also that wondrous time to visit the local orchard for fruit to make applesauce and apple butter, and to bake delicious Dutch apple pies and apple strudel. Grapes are ripe for the picking, soon to be crushed into sweet grape juice to be canned and stored in the cold cellar for the winter. My jovial Amish lady friends say, “Yous can never have enough grape juice on hand.”
Meanwhile, the corn harvest is in full swing, clearing the fields and creating a sense of vast openness beneath the sapphire September skies. And over near Ella Mae Zook’s Dawdi Haus, marigolds and zinnias bloom brightly, oblivious to any potential frost. This time of year in Amish country, a few farm auctions are also taking place, and silos are being filled with grain. And die Youngie (the youth) gather for potato-picking contests in the evenings, making the work of the spud harvest oodles of fun.
The annual harvest is a wonderful-good reminder of the predictability of the changing seasons and the God-given blessing of abundance, both physical and spiritual. “The LORD will indeed give what is good, and our land will yield its harvest,” Psalm 85:12 assures us.
But without workers, there can be no harvesting. Amish families and communities gather willingly, even eagerly, to help. In the same way, those who know and walk with our Savior, Jesus, gladly offer time and energy for the spiritual harvest by sharing about His grace and unfailing love, daily living in a way that demonstrates that truth and love to our corner of the world.
Blessings for autumn and always,
—Beverly Lewis
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2) I'm happily reviewing the edit for my next fiction project, coming fall 2025. The Christmas Houseis set in Hickory Hollow, the heart of Amish farmland, with Ella Mae Zook giving wise advice to twenty-two-year old Liz Lantz—who owns a bustling buggy tour business—as Christmas nears. Old Order Amish Christmas traditions abound, and to Liz’s surprise, a sweet love story begins to unfold. And a bit of chaos, too, when an Englisher family decorates their farmhouse to the hilt for the holidays right in the middle of the small Amish village. More about all of that soon!
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The kind remarks I receive from you via my website (www.beverlylewis.com) and on Facebook are true blessings to me. Thank you, thank you for reading the books of my heart for all these 30+ years, dear friends!
"He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak."
~ Isaiah 40:29
It was a beastly hot afternoon, and I was busy answering cyber fan mail from my readers when Boom! With a sick feeling, I recognized the sound of a bird hitting our living room window.
Sadly, this has happened before, and we’ve lost two large robins over the years.
Promptly, I stood up to look, and lying there on the deck was a beautiful male hummingbird, stunned from the blow, its limp right wing splayed out from its trembling body. My heart fell at the sight, and I began to whisper a prayer for its recovery.
Ten or more minutes passed, and while I was beseeching God to let this helpless bird survive, I noticed what looked like white tears coming from its tiny eyes. Quickly, I headed outdoors and stood between the wounded hummingbird and the scorching sun, creating some shade with my own shadow.
After a time, I tiptoed over to the little creature and whispered a bit of encouragement—“You’re all right, little guy,” I said softly. “God sees you.” Faith-filled words like a mother might say to her little child.
Then, reaching out my pointer finger, I ever so delicately stroked the iridescent blue and green back feathers, still praying softly, surprised I could get so close. And as I did, I remembered the year my dear dad came to live with us, and how fond he was of the hummingbirds at our feeder . . . even giving them names. Dad liked to wear his bright-colored shirts to attract them, and they did, coming right up to his outstretched hand at times.
What would Dad do? I wondered as I peered closer at the suffering bird.
After a moment, I returned inside the house to find my husband, Dave, searching online to see how to care for a hummingbird’s broken wing. “Do we have a small box where it can recover?” he asked.
“We’ll find something,” I replied.
Turning back to the window, I checked again on the little bird and noticed his tiny, thin beak was moving rapidly. “I think he needs sugar water,” I told Dave. And quickly, we created a little feeder, which Dave carried outside and held near the quivering beak. I hovered near, holding my breath and watching.
Would the poor thing accept it? Would it help?
The first sip was miniscule. I wasn’t sure I’d seen a swallow just maybe.
Then came another sip, slowly, almost painstakingly so. And a second wee swallow.
“Please help this bird,” I whispered, believing with all my heart that God cared as much as we did. “He has a growing family nearby over in that bush,” I told the Lord, as if He didn’t know all things.
The bird’s third swallow was more obvious, and Dave and I waited, eyes locked on the tiny bird’s body, our hearts filled with hope.
“Flutter,” I whispered. “Just a little.”
More waiting.
Then it happened. What I’d thought was a broken wing moved slightly, and next, a single flutter. Then . . . miraculously, the once vulnerable, stunned hummingbird flew away . . . straight toward the feeder on the other side of the deck.
Thinking back on the incident now, a kind of sweetness lingers in my mind. My faith had certainly swelled with the end result—God’s answer to prayer for one of His tiniest creatures.
I do realize, of course, that the verse in Isaiah above was meant for people, not necessarily for hummingbirds. But I know that our heavenly Father also cares about His entire creation, fragile and delicate though it may be.
I pray this glimpse from one very special afternoon this summer will also give you hope, friend, and even an eagerness to cling to faith in any given situation.
August blessings,
—Beverly Lewis
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". . . So God has put the body together such that extra honor and care are given to those parts that have less dignity. This makes for harmony among the members, so that all the members care for each other. If one suffers, all the parts suffer with it, and if one part is honored, all the parts are glad."
~ 1 Corinthians 12:24-26
As a young girl growing up near Amish farmland, I loved to ride my bike down long, narrow Weaver Road in midsummer past tall cornfields and grain. I remember seeing for the first time a crop of oats being threshed the old way. I was fascinated, watching as the tan shocks were handfed into a large, heavy cylinder--the thresher (Amish often call it the “thrasher”)--separating the grain from the seed heads or chaff, leaving the seed coverings and stalks. The July day was miserably hot and sultry, but the Amish men continued, rarely pausing to rest.
My pastor father had often referred to the biblical accounts of separating the wheat from the chaff, but seeing this labor-intensive process with my own eyes made those sermons all the more vivid.
The threshing crew itself also captured my attention: the threshing “ring” where Amish men, and sometimes women, took turns threshing each other’s fields. I learned more about this later in life, that the workers were really like a close-knit club as year after year they shared the task and the responsibility of the grain harvest for their particular community.
Just think of having this kind of strong camaraderie between your family members and the people in your own neighborhood. “Many hands make light work,” my mother used to say. Who wants to attempt a monumental task such as harvesting and threshing grain alone, right? Especially with antiquated equipment!
Thinking of community reminds me of our city mayor’s recent initiative, 1000 Neighborhood Gatherings This Summer. “Leave the pollen, politics, and yardwork behind to enjoy a day at the park with your neighbors,” he suggested. Yes, what a good way to reaffirm relationships after the quiet COVID years and even make new friends!
The Amish have been enjoying such gatherings—often in the form of work frolics—for more than three hundred years now, and yet again this summer in Lancaster County, the few Amish farmers who do still grow small grain will benefit greatly from the community of threshing rings/crews working together in harmony.
May you cherish the warmth and closeness of community, as well.
Happy Fourth!
—Beverly Lewis
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"The LORD replied, ‘My Presence will go with you, and I will give you rest."
~ Exodus 33:14
Recently, Dave and I took a vacation road trip across country. We stopped to visit dear relatives along the way and spent lots of time with our grown children, as well. We relaxed by going to a nearby zoo, taking photos of animals and the lush green flora, and picnicking near a waterfall and gurgling stream. We walked and talked, watched our adult kids have their faces and hands creatively painted, ate out, and, in general, had a delightful get-away from the routine of work.
I especially enjoyed showing my work-in-progress—a family heritage album—to our kids, who asked many questions, especially about my Old Order Mennonite great-grandparents and grandparents on my mother’s side. Having visited Lancaster County numerous times, they know the Plain culture well, of course, but talking about the shunning my grandmother Ada suffered has always been of keen interest through the years.
So, because of that, I had another opportunity to share the grace of God—how what was seemingly meant for harm ultimately became a blessing for Grandmother Ada, her future husband, and their children, grandchildren and beyond.
Taking time to simply be together has often led to curiosity and conversation during walks or by turning the pages of a family album together. Sometimes just being, without saying a word, is the closest two people who know and love each other well can be. And getting away from daily schedules and deadlines can also bring a measure of healing—a soothing of the mind and body. Going for long walks in the sunshine after days of clouds and rain, eating favorite Southern foods without the usual clean-up, enjoying live music with others, watching my grown children laugh and play together . . . this was the essence of a true vacation, indeed.
Now that my husband and I are home again, I’m ready to get back to reading through the revisions for The Christmas House, my next fiction work, coming in the fall of 2025.
But the restful days, and the joy they brought, still linger, reminding me that God’s Presence is ever with us, no matter where we are.
Blessings to you and to your family in the coming summer,
—Beverly Lewis
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