A Lark and Her Young Ones
By Aesop
            A Lark had made her nest in the early spring on the young green wheat. The brood had almost grown to their full strength and attained the use of their wings and the full plumage of their feathers, when the owner of the field, looking over his ripe crop, said, “The time has come when I must ask all my neighbors to help me with my harvest.”
            One of the young larks heard his speech and related it to his mother, inquiring of her to what place they should move for safety.  “There is no occasion to move yet, my son,” she replied; “the man who only sends to his friends to help him with his harvest is not really in earnest.”
            The owner of the field came again a few days later and saw the wheat shedding the grain from excess of ripeness. He said, “I will come myself tomorrow with my laborers, and with as many reapers as I can hire, and will get in the harvest.”
            The Lark on hearing these words said to her brood, “It is time now to be off, my little ones, for the man is in earnest this time; he no longer trusts his friends, but will reap the field himself.”
           
            It is one thing to say the harvest is ready.  Its in entirely a different story to be so compelled by it that we do something about it.  In actuality, the problem with that statement is in the verbiage itself.  So often we wait until “we” do something about it.  When we are consumed with something it does not take a “we” to get something going, it only takes a “me”.
            I believe there is power in numbers.  I believe in synergy.  But I believe the person who steps out first to take the risk gets rewarded the most.  Sometimes to get something done “you” need to stop relying on “we” and start depending on “me”.  No one is keeping you from stepping out into the harvest field.  Nobody is keeping you from growing in God.  Nobody is responsible for your actions or lack there of.  So what is stopping you?  “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” (Luke 4:35).