Knowing Him Daily

17.September.2026

Not every harvest story ends in loss. Some of them end in joy, the kind that comes when you actually get to see fruit ripen right in front of you, sometimes from seed you planted, and sometimes from seed someone else planted long before you ever showed up.

Say not ye, There are yet four months, and then cometh harvest? behold, I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields; for they are white already to harvest. And he that reapeth receiveth wages, and gathereth fruit unto life eternal: that both he that soweth and he that reapeth may rejoice together. And herein is that saying true, One soweth, and another reapeth. I sent you to reap that whereon ye bestowed no labour: other men laboured, and ye are entered into their labours. John 4:35-38

Both the sower and the reaper rejoice together. That’s important. The joy of harvest isn’t reserved only for the one who did the planting. Sometimes you get to walk into a field someone else labored over for years, praying and watering and tending ground you never touched, and you’re the one who gets to see it come in.

Think about Ruth, walking into Boaz’s field with nothing but a decision to stay faithful and a mother in law she refused to abandon. Because of that faithfulness, God blessed her. She did not plant that field. She had no history there, no labor invested in that ground. And yet she was welcomed to glean, provided for, and eventually redeemed by the very man who owned what someone else had sown and tended for seasons before she ever arrived. Boaz labored, but Ruth entered into that labor and walked away with a harvest, and eventually a legacy, neither of them could have written on their own.

This is exactly what it looks like sometimes with people you’ve been serving or discipling. You pour into someone for months, maybe years, speaking truth, showing up consistently, speaking life over them when they don’t even know it, and then one day you get to watch it click. You get to watch the fruit actually ripen in front of you. That’s not because you did something magical. It’s because the field was ready, and God allowed you to be standing there when it happened.

Other men laboured, and ye are entered into their labours. Somebody discipled the person who eventually discipled you. Somebody prayed for someone who later led you to Christ. The harvest you’re celebrating today was very likely planted by hands you’ll never even know about, and the seed you’re planting right now may be harvested by someone who comes along after you.

That’s the beauty of it. Nobody owns the whole process. We just get to be faithful with whatever part we’re given, sowing or reaping, and rejoice together either way.

Have you gotten to witness a harvest lately, in someone you’ve served or discipled, and did you pause to actually rejoice in it?

If you have never given your life to Jesus Christ, you can do that right now. Pray this with me:

Dear Heavenly Father,

I confess that I have sinned, and I believe Jesus died for my sins and rose again on the third day. I ask Jesus, come into my heart and be my Lord and Savior. Thank You for saving me.

In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Make today count and see you tomorrow.