The parable of the sower has been on my heart and mind for the last few weeks. On repeat, like a record you can't put down or a dream stuck in your head. In the parable, seed is sown indiscriminately and yields different harvests depending on the kind of soil that receives the seed.
I have been thinking about all the harvest around us.
I have been thinking about all the prayers I've prayed for people in Sioux City over the past few years.
I have been thinking about the dozens of people that have been invited by people connected with Hopesprings in Sioux City.
I have been thinking about the dozens of people we have simply and tangibly shown the love of God to in the last few weeks. The people who's leaves we raked. The hundreds of people we briefly interacted with during trick-or-treating last night. Our friends, neighbors, and the people who we will interact with in the coming months.
About the opportunities, and the challenges we are facing in every area of our lives.
I want to ask you to pray that the seeds we've sown with words and deeds will grow. This has been and will continue to be a common request over the coming months. Central to this journey of faith is asking, seeking, and knocking, trusting God at the center of this story and His power to do the things we cannot do.
(Which is a lot of things.)
He authors.
He finishes.
He sows in and through us.
He makes the soil.
He makes the seed.
He brings the weather.
We are in control of little-to-nothing. But we need to do everything we can. It is a beautiful paradox, and we are living in the middle of it. We need the strength to do the things God has put right in front of us while not succumbing to the delusion that we can make things happen in the hearts and minds of people.
Throw up flares!
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