"Listen then to what the parable of the sower means: When anyone hears the message about the kingdom and does not understand it, the evil one comes and snatches away what was sown in his heart.This is the seed sown along the path." Matt. 13:19
This was me growing up. "Along the path" to young womanhood, sometimes I just wasn't listening. Other times I simply lacked the cognitive ability to understand what was taught to me by those sweet Sunday School teachers or my parents. Besides, my path at that time was so strewn with Tiger Beat Magazines, Judy Blume books and the opinions of my friends, often the seeds of truth couldn't get through to take root.
"The one who received the seed that fell on rocky places is the man who hears the word and at once receives it with joy. But since he has no root, he lasts only a short time. When trouble or persecution comes because of the word, he quickly falls away." Matt. 13: 20-21
Oh, the "rocky places." High school and college. Rocky, indeed. I loved hearing God's Word. I loved Michael W. Smith songs. Oh, how I was moved at church. But, I could separate my "church world" from my "friend world" so very easily. So much truth bounced right off of me as I bounced between the two.
"The one who received the seed that fell among the thorns is the man who hears the word, but the worries of this life and the deceitfulness of wealth choke it, making it unfruitful." Matt. 13:22
Yes, my "thorny" twenties. Finishing my degrees, chasing success in my career, becoming a mom and desperately wanting to "do it all." (And look good doing it!) How I bought the lie that "You can and should have it all! You deserve it!" Deceitful, indeed. So much truth was choked out.
"But the one who received the seed that fell on good soil is the man who hears the word and understands it. He produces a crop, yielding a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown." Matt. 13:23
Oh Lord, let this be me now. As I've gone through my "tilling thirties," You have been so faithful to help me identify, uproot and weed out so many of the enemy's lies. How I want to eagerly receive the seeds of truth that are sown into the soil of my heart each day. May it fall on rich, ready soil; soil that is free of rocks and thorns and only along the paths and rows that you have marked out for my life. Thank You for being the Faithful Sower in all my seasons thus far. As I continue treading the terrain of my thirties may I plow ahead, my Savior's yoke upon me, into increasingly fruitful forties and fifties, by Your grace and for Your glory. Amen.