After living in big city-adjacent suburbs for most of my life, I’ve been enjoying rural life for the past two and a half years. Driving by fields of wheat, grasses and veggies somehow creates endorphins and makes me feel good. We’re also surrounded by grazing sheep, horses, cows and even pigs. I never cease to be amazed at how a field of dirt can be planted with seeds and in just a short time, it’s full of seedlings which grow into plants, which produce food to be harvested and distributed. God’s mind is incredible and I love how he set up all of that.
Jesus talked about seeds in Matthew and Mark, comparing the kingdom of heaven to a mustard seed. When talking about his death, he said if a seed doesn’t die, it won’t produce anything (John 12). He also puts seeds in us. When I was about ten, I remember a tiny seed of awareness of God sprouting in my consciousness. It took some time before it grew and began developing into a greater understanding of him and his love.
As we interact with family and friends, meet new people and move around in society, let’s remember that God has already planted seeds in everyone. God doesn’t “sit on his hands.” His Spirit is working, actively planting, cultivating and giving growth where and when he sees fit. Everyone is in different stages, and that’s not our concern, but we shouldn’t forget the seeds are there. Let’s carry around a watering can of love, a bag of the fertilizer of encouragement and a basket of the sunshine of kindness so we can participate in God’s work of propagating his kingdom.