Trust is Fertile Soil for God’s Plans
I had a quick relapse this morning (leaving social media) and found myself on the insta page of a woman I used to follow. She was talking about God - in a way I used to talk about God. I felt jealous. I saw the fulfilment of a prophesy God told me - that everyone, including those in the self-help and new age world, would come to know Him like I did - but I didn't listen to. People were supporting her.
I felt fury for not trusting myself. You knew - even then. You knew. God, you told and gave me everything. I didn’t run with it.
I was going to a Christian church - as a “spiritual” millennial woman - before it was cool. I saw the value in it. I was meant to be leading, inviting people. I was meant to be standing in the truth of what I knew, but I didn't. I was too caught up in making sure I was palatable, acceptable, following along in the middle of the pack. Waiting ‘til I had proof. Til I’d “grown up.” I didn’t lead. I didn’t stand firm - I couldn’t - in the conviction of what I knew. I didn’t believe myself over the world. I accepted those who were older and more “successful” (worldly) as though they were wiser. I forgot who I was.
A farmer went out to plant some seeds. As he scattered them across his field, some seeds fell on a footpath, and the birds came and ate them. 5 Other seeds fell on shallow soil with underlying rock. The seeds sprouted quickly because the soil was shallow. But the plants soon wilted under the hot sun, and since they didn’t have deep roots, they died. Other seeds fell among thorns that grew up and choked out the tender plants. Still other seeds fell on fertile soil, and they produced a crop that was thirty, sixty, and even a hundred times as much as had been planted.
Matthew 13:3
Trust what God is telling and giving you now. What promises are important? Where are you letting seeds scatter on soil that’s dry and cracked? Go back and listen - re-mind yourself - what God has already told you. Connect with it. Re-commit to it.
God, remind me of your promises - the visions, ideas, challenges, the truth you’ve given me - the scattered seeds. I’ll keep churning fertile soil - of confidence, faith and self-belief.
