“And the seeds that fell on the good soil represent honest, good-hearted people who hear God’s word, cling to it, and patiently produce a huge harvest.”
Luke 8:15 NLT
All summer I’ve watched posts of bountiful harvests filled with bright tomatoes. Scoffing as mine remained hard, green, useless. As comparison grew, patience disappeared. My heart quietly praying there would still be a harvest while my eyes were unable to see the work beneath the soil.
And yet here they are. Grown despite the massive weeds that abound, deep within the thick untrimmed leaves, all because the richness of the soul. So many I cannot keep up.
How blessed are we to have a father who never becomes impatient. Who can see beneath the surface. In all seasons. If he is so gracious to us to patiently wait as we grow, as we mature; always believing in the goodness that lies beneath our hard shell…shouldn’t our hearts be molded the same? In a way that understands others are still growing too? I look around me all the time at the external growth of others. Or lack there of for some…so it seems. Comparison takes over.
We must remember unlike God our eyes cannot see below the soil. Not all growth is immediately evident. Some are still growing beneath the surface. And in due time with his loving hand they too will flourish. We mustn’t compare one heart to another, nor demand all growth is done in the same season as ours. We must have faith. And grace. Not only for others, but for ourselves as well.
We are all still growing.