Before the seed could finish its sentence, the farmer shoved more dirt and the seed ended up being buried underneath the soil where it is dark, gloomy and hopeless. The seed did not understand why and it struggled to get out. The farmer however, knew that the seed will never grow or achieve its potential if it is placed outside of the soil under the comfort of the sun.
Doesn’t this sound like the many conversations we have with God? “This is uncomfortable,” “this is not fair”, “why did you do that, God?”
As the way of the farmer’s thought is different from the seed, it is his yearning to see the seed flourish as it is made to. Your darkest hours in the ‘damp dirty soil’ could just be your defining moment where your purpose for the Kingdom of Heaven is further refined. When you emerge out of the soil, it will for a glorious purpose. Let this be a reason for us to give the Lord praise instead of our murmuring.
As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts. As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater.
- Irene Soon