“Reap what you sow” was a phrase instilled in us before John 3:16 and “don’t eat yellow snow.” Every harvest season in western ND the fields would turn gold, the combines would run, and our hearts would uphold that simple idea. Work hard and you shall receive.

Growing up, we began small by planting songs all around the Midwest. And when that field turned gold, we moved across the country to Nashville. Smaller tractor, bigger field. We tilled on ‘til we ran out of gas and couldn’t see any signs of harvest. What happens when the very principle you relied on fails you? We are never promised the perfect harvest or the biggest yield. We are only promised a harvest. And every single one looks different. 

We’ve realized the beauty in the harvest is not the yield itself but the culmination of the bravery it takes to plant and the unwavering faith it takes to sow the seeds not knowing what the harvest will bring. At the root of it, you think you’re the one growing a dream, but in actuality, the dream is growing you.