When we woke up on Saturday morning in Fargo, the air was a crisp 16° and there was a snowy landscape that shimmered in the moonlight. Even though the sun was just barely shining, the moon was still on display—full, bright, and absolutely huge!
You would think we were in the middle of winter with the way it looked and felt outside, but I had to remind myself that it’s still fall—we’re still in the middle of the harvest.
Well, little did I know that God would show me exactly what kind of harvest it would be later on that day.