Whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and whoever sows generously will also reap generously. 2 Corinthians 9:6
Darryl and I loved to sow of our time, talent and treasure. We helped people in so many different ways during our marriage. God’s love motivated us and we thoroughly enjoyed it! We shared with others our home, our food and our family. We shared our faith and the spiritual gifts God gave us. We even shared our cars. It is fun to sow! It isn’t always easy, but it brought so much joy into our lives. We also reaped of His love, His provision and His promises. God truly balances His books.
But sixteen years ago, I began my journey of way more reaping than sowing. My husband, Darryl, suffered a heart attack and subsequent stroke at T.F. Green airport. The first gift—three people at the gate were medically wise. They helped me lay him down, and subsequently began CPR. Someone called the ambulance and a sweet, sweet lady handed me a bottle of water as Darryl was in the gurney on the way to the Aid Car. I called my friend, Lori, who had dropped us off and she met me at the hospital. Unbeknownst to me, she called our Connecticut Pastor, Kevin Wilson. They then transferred us to another hospital, with Lori driving me. Not too much longer, Pastor Kevin and others began to arrive. We began to reap the faith and hope of others, as they prayed for Darryl’s recovery.
It was a very serious stroke. The doctors informed me that he was deaf, blind and dumb. My children began arriving from Washington state, and people graced us with a hotel room close to the hospital. Food came, fellowship, encouragement and an amazing support system began to develop. This was as you can imagine, a very difficult time. We discovered Darryl could see, could hear but could not talk. That was hard to understand why this man who mentored many, stopped speaking. I needed the encouragement of the body of Christ to help keep me going.
After 13 days, they released us to our Connecticut home. Our church family worked to get it ready and made themselves available for the hospital bed and other equipment to arrive. Our friend Bill rode with Darryl in the ambulance, while his wife Darlene drove Elizabeth and I the 45 minutes back to our home. I called another friend, Joyce, a CNA for advice and could she come and teach me how to “turn” him. She and her puppy arrived before we got there! Food prepared by our friend Charlie showed up and fed whoever was there. Our church family in Washington sent folks who loved, prayed and help strengthen us. The reaping felt unearned and undeserved. People fixed our refrigerator (Dave), provided a generator when the power went out (Tom), another Tom fixed a problem with our slider….only our God could have prompted them to be so generous with their time, talent and treasure. I can never repay those dear folks who were actively the hands of Jesus during those times.
I discovered some dear friends who really seemed to understand the situation had helped another friend with a traumatic brain injury. Joan and Alan provided wisdom and physical help. Even their pastor called with encouraging and very thoughtful words of advice. Through it all, the reaping kept happening. Our friend Joyce met an occupational therapist at her church one night. She told her Darryl story and in only God’s ways, Vanda (and later her children) moved in an helped Darryl learn to walk again. Oh my friends, the blessing of the body of Christ flows when the love of Christ is shed abroad in their hearts. They prayed, cried and hugged me and embraced my children. They loved Darryl when there wasn’t anything but memories of who he had been to them left.
I know many folks who go through hard places and times have not had the body of Christ show up for them, and for that I am sorry. Many don’t know how—or fight their fear that something this catastrophic could happen to them. My friends, may I encourage you to sow into other’s lives? Pray the Father will open your eyes to the needs around you. Let His compassion move you, like it did Jesus. You won’t regret it. Sowing words of kindness or acts of service can reap amazing fruit. D n
March 6, my brother-i-n law suffered a stroke. It wasn’t as bad as Darryl’s, but his right side has been affected. It has been my joy to help their home become wheelchair safe this week. All the lessons I learned as a caregiver have been flooding back. I am able to sow into their lives. He can talk some and is relearning to walk. He is still being tube fed along with eating pureed food. My Darryl was on a feeding tube for over a year, so I am not afraid of them. It is my turn to sow!! As we readied the home, praying for continual healing, I was touched by God’s grace. I still think strokes are evil. He ran 8 miles the day before his, but our God is working His good out of this situation. I am not sure all He will achieve, but I am asking for a lot! Don’t be afraid to sow, and don’t be too proud to reap. It was humbling to be on the reaping side, but I definitely needed it! My sister Mary, needs all the help she can receive. She’s gone through two cancer diagnosis and treatments, heart issues and kidney issues. She is a strong lady who loves Jesus. She is a continual sower, and I learn from her. She is our sister, but also a sister in the body of Christ…it is a God-thing to care for her–not just the “unknown masses”. Sowing seeds of faith, love and hope will always bear good fruit. It challenges our selfishness and our fears, but we can do it!
Father, I am so grateful for the blessings that come from both sowing and reaping. We all need both, teach us our seasons. Most of the time it is mixed—we get to do both at the same time, and for that I am grateful. Help us understand and release our faith no matter if we are the sowers or the reapers. In Jesus’ Name, amen.








