PLANT ME DEEPER

He spoke many things to them in parables, saying: “Behold, a sower went out to sow. And as he sowed, some seed fell by the wayside; and the birds came and devoured them. Some fell on stony places, where they did not have much earth; and they immediately sprang up because they had no depth of earth. But when the sun was up they were scorched, and because they had no root they withered away. (Matthew 13:3-6 NKJV)
(Matthew 13:3-6 KJV)

I don’t think I could even make up a number of the times I have heard this parable. Sunday School as a little girl up though current day ministers and teachers. But for some reason, this morning this was the verse God decided to talk to me through. The part that hit me was “some fell upon stony places where they did not have much earth; and they immediately sprang up because they had no depth of earth. But when the sun was up they were scorched, and because they had no root they withered away”. Everything I have ever done that I sprang up really quick about didn’t last long. Everything that has lasted in my life was slow going.

I remember being a little girl and planting my seeds in a cup then putting the cup in the window to grow. Then I waited…and waited…and waited for what seemed like an eternity for the little green plant to pop through the soil. I was taught by my mom that the little seed had to break open and push through all the dirt. She caught me digging it up to to help it out and told me I had to push it back down because pushing up through the soil helped it be strong. And the deeper it was, the stronger the roots would be. Well at four all I wanted was to see the plant and didn’t care about roots. My immaturity just wanted it to hurry up.

When God plants something inside us aren’t we the same? He puts it deep inside us. We want to know what it looks like, what fruit will it produce, and aren’t we all anxious to just see it? We ask God a million times… WHEN?? Sometimes we even try to help it out but that just slows the process even more. Like the seed, It is broken and transformed in the dark under pressure. Sometimes wet and cold but almost always alone. The struggle to the top is what makes us strong and gives us a deep root system to be nourished and fortified by. Then finally, our heads poke through what seems to be an endless journey of an uphill battle. When the wind comes or the heat blazes we are strong, we don’t wither.