Walking along underneath the wooden bridge, I noticed the rocks that were beneath my feet.
Interspersed among the stones were small pieces of plants–dead plants.
Brown and lifeless, they were scattered about in a random array.
Were they blown by the wind from a nearby tree or bush, coming to rest on the rocks?
Did they spring up between the rocks, only to die from lack of water?
Jesus told a parable about a sower:
“A farmer went out to sow his seed. As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path; it was trampled on, and the birds of the air ate it up. Some fell on rock, and when it came up, the plants withered because they had no moisture. Other seed fell among thorns, which grew up with it and choked the plants. Still other seed fell on good soil. It came up and yielded a crop, a hundred times more than was sown.”
When he said this, he called out, “He who has ears to hear, let him hear.”
What is my heart like?
Is it too distracted to recognize God’s leading?
Is it dry, hard and rocky?
Are there thorns of fear or worry that choke it out?
I want my heart to be like good soil, yielding the crop that God desires.