The parable of the sower and the seeds seems to be a recurring theme in my life lately. Back in October I had a significant revelation about why our relationships in the DFW area had never matured past a certain point. You can read that post here, but to sum it up, I realized that I had been holding on to dreams of returning to Colorado so tightly that I hadn’t allowed myself to plant any roots here. Metaphorically (not literally . . . that’s for my husband, ha ha) I had boulders in my field, preventing the seeds we were sowing from taking root and flourishing, much like we literally have rocks underneath the soil in our yard preventing the grass from growing in (are you confused? Just read this post 🙂 ).
This past weekend we had the pleasure of hosting two separate groups of people that we love from our family in Colorado. The last group just left us and as I attempted to go back to sleep for a few minutes before the rest of my day started, my heart was stirred so strongly that I had to get up and write out what I was feeling. There is something so rich about being with people you know love you the way you were meant to be loved. It is a blessing that is incomparable to anything except the love of Jesus. I still greatly miss our family in Colorado, and I think that’s perfectly fine, human and normal. But we are really working at building those kind of kingdom family relationships here now, because this is where we’ve been planted. I processed my tears with the Father this morning and He brought the parable back to my mind.
I saw myself as the sower, frantically walking the path and throwing seeds in every direction, anticipating a bountiful harvest but seeing no fruit from my labor. As soon as I saw the image, I knew where the issue was. It is well and good to sow seeds, plant and invest time and effort into relationships, but what can I possibly harvest from a rocky soil? From a beaten down path? Harvest only comes from fertile ground. Ground that has been tilled and prepped for the seed. I can’t just throw my seeds into the wind and except that they’ll land in the right spot and start growing, that’s a really dumb way to farm. I need to be intentional about where I’m planting in order to reap the harvest I’m looking for.
I’ve already begun to see that the past month of being cooped up in the house and laid up with multiple illnesses and prescriptions was more about slowing me down than anything else. We had so much planned, in an effort to start building relationships with people around us, and every single thing had to be cancelled or postponed. I see it now as the beginning of a new revelation about the way I’ve been going about building relationships. This isn’t to say that one person is more important than another, but that there are different kinds of relationships that need different kinds of attention. It’s kind of like that children’s book, “Are You My Mother?” Instead of holding people at bay because they’re not the people I want to be with (see the post linked above), I’m running around asking, “Are you my family? Are you my friend?” It’s also similar to the way I used to search for my husband before the Father changed my heart . . . that’s a story for another time though.
So, I’m taking the Father’s wisdom this morning, I’m slowing down and I’m asking Him to show me where there is fertile ground for deep Kingdom family relationships. I’m not going to be a dumb farmer anymore. Ain’t nobody got time for that.
Where are your seeds falling? I pray that the Father gives you a new revelation today about where you are investing your efforts, and that He encourages your heart with a bountiful harvest!