During one of our walks this week, my human and I stopped by a field that had been properly worked last fall.
Stalks cut down low.
Dry, scratchy stubble under paw.
Not much to look at if you don’t know better… just the leftovers of something that used to stand tall.
He smiled and said, “That’s a stubble field.”
Now I may just be a dog… but I’ve learned a thing or two walking alongside my human.
A stubble field ain’t a place of loss… it’s proof of a harvest.
It means somebody went in.
Somebody labored.
Somebody gathered what was ready.
And it got me thinking…
That field?
It’s not empty.
It’s finished.
See, my human’s last name is Stubblefield. And that isn’t just a name… that’s a calling.
And that’s a funny kind of name unless you understand what a stubble field really is.
It’s a field that did what it was meant to do.
There are a whole lot of fields out there right now—not of corn or cotton—but of people.
Hearts that are ready.
Lives that are searching.
Souls that are hungry.
Ripe… my human says.
Ripe for the harvest.
But here’s the thing that made my ears perk up…
Fields don’t turn into stubble fields by accident.
Somebody has to go in.
Somebody has to step out past the fence line… past what’s comfortable… past what’s easy… and do the work the Master set before them.
I’ve watched my human hesitate sometimes.
I’ve seen that look—the one where he knows he should say something… help someone… step into a moment… but he pauses.
I do the same thing when I see a mud puddle. I know I want to jump in… but I look back first.
But oh, when he does step forward… when he follows the nudge of the Lord… it’s like watching a field get harvested in real time.
Lives touched.
Hope restored.
Seeds gathered.
And I wag a little harder… because I know that’s what we were made for.
Not just to sit on the porch.
Not just to watch the fields sway in the wind.
But to go.
To be willing.
To help turn ripe fields into stubble fields… not by our strength, but by His calling.
So I’ll ask you the same thing I heard in my human’s voice this morning…
Who’s willing?
Who’s willing to go into the fields?
Because from where this old dog sits…
there’s a whole lot of harvest waiting.
“Then He said to His disciples, ‘The harvest truly is plentiful, but the laborers are few. Therefore pray the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest.’”
— Matthew 9:37–38
Keep the Faith… Carpe Diem
