When the Seed Keeps Growing

Well, ease yourself right on up here on this here ol’ front porch, friend, and grab yourself a real comfy chair before that ol’ kettle over there on the wood stove whistles itself into a testimony. Sometimes we git to sharin’ God’s truth with somebody and then we’re watchin’ for results like a lil’ ol’ sly fox squirrel starin’ at a pecan tree five minutes after buryin’ a nut. We wonder, “Did they hear me? Did anything sink in? Did I say it right?”

Good news. God ain’t never asked you to be makin’ the seed grow.

Isaiah 55:11 says, “So is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire.” That there means Scripture carries power long after your conversation ends.

Hebrews 4:12 tells us, “The word of God is alive and active.” Alive. Not dusty. Not expired. Not plum sittin’ around like last year’s seed catalog waitin’ for somebody to notice it.

Jesus gives us an especially beautiful picture in Mark 4:26–27. A man scatters seed on the ground, then sleeps and rises day after day. Meanwhile, “the seed sprouts and grows, though he does not know how.”

There it is.

You may plant truth in your child’s heart and git to seein’ nothing for years. You may share Scripture with a friend who plum changes the subject quicker than a lil’ ol’ field mouse done caught in the flour bin. You may encourage a coworker and then wonder whether your words mattered at all.

They may matter downright more than you know.

Your responsibility is faithfulness. God handles the hidden work.

Father, give me courage to speak Your truth with love and humility. Keep me from believing that results depend upon my eloquence. Help me faithfully plant Your Word and trust You with what happens beneath the surface. Remind me that what I cannot see You can still be growing. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Well, bless your heart, and as you git to moseyin’ right on back down the path today, friend. You’ve gotta plum remember to quit diggin’ up every seed to see whether it’s done gone and sprouted. An ol’ farmer who keeps on yankin’ on corn stalks won’t make supper come any faster. You’ve gotta speak truth. Plant grace. Trust God with the underground work because heaven has never needed your shovel to make His Word git to growin’.

With joy,

Gwen