She takes time to plant, carefully placing seeds in tender hearts. Watering the seeds, she waits for the plants to poke their heads through the hard ground. She waits for a sign of the seed she has sown.
She waits for the reward of her work, anxiously watching as the seeds take root and grow in height. She is happy with the plants as they continue to grow, displaying a healthy color. From the outside, all is right.
Until the day the fruit comes.
Finally at the end of her work she is excited to reap the harvest, to benefit from the hard labor, and taste the fruit that has grown.
With a basket in hand, she starts to collect the fruit, but her heart quickly begins to sink with each new piece she picks. The fruit is rotten, soured, and bitter. It is not the crop she had hoped for and she sits down defeated.
It is not the ground to blame, the sun, nor the rain. Even the seed is innocent because it was bearing fruit as it knew how. The problem she realized, was in her choice of the seed she planted.
Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.
A mother’s words are seeds planted that grow in tiny hearts.
Bad seeds in the heart will grow bad fruit every time.
Am I planting seeds of anger but expecting self-control or planting hostility and expecting love?
So often I react instead of thoughtfully responding. So often my words can be damaging and fall short of producing the character that I desire for my children.
A character that I am still working to build in myself.
Lord, I am so thankful that your mercies are new every morning allowing me another chance to be intentional with my words. I desire to grow children who honor and follow you. Help me to plant the good seeds with your love and grace.