Devotional: Sewing Among Thorns
As for what was sewn
among thorns, this is the one who hears the word, but the cares of the world
and the deceitfulness of riches choke the word, and it proves unfruitful.
Matthew 13:22
So I am not a gardener or someone who typically remembers to
water things. I think those made-for-TV
glass bulbs that you stick in plants for people who forget they have plants were
made for me! But I love flowers. Isn’t that always the case, you are drawn to
things often that aren’t your gift. Yet
I do have the beginnings of grass in my yard and I’d really like to see green
out my windows instead of dust, so I’m determined to do what needs to be done
to be able to use a lawn mower.
On Wednesday it was a beautiful day in Washington and though
working in the yard isn’t my favorite thing, seeing the sun again gave me a
pleasant bent toward the task. Our grass
seedlings need some fertilizer and it’s needed to be mowed. Not wanting to cover those bare patches with
weeds that our mower would slice up and “reseed” the lawn with, they need to be
pulled. Maybe God uses this parable of
the seed and the soil to explain why sanctification is a painfully slow process;
He chooses to work one- by-one to remove the opportunity for sin to overload
fertile ground.
So I was out with my heavy gloves on weeding these prickly,
unforgiving menaces. Now these weren’t
dandelions but those nasty thorny ones that are a bugger to pull out. As I was working, I was really living out the
verse and reflecting on the cares of this world that take my eyes off God:
parenting, house chores, school activities, planning for work, meetings…there
seems to be a never ending list. Not
that I have an answer. I do know that I
need to be responsible to care for my family, yet how do I live in to bear fruit
and reveal beauty, holding correctly those things?
Then I considered the next phrase of the verse; the thorns
are also the deceitfulness of riches…deceit is lying, falseness, subtle
manipulation on my mind. I start every
day in the world’s mold, believing that if I had I wouldn’t feel without. The “had” changes daily. The lie is that things replace God and will
make me satisfied. The truth in the seed
trying to grow is that nothing but God quenches my thirst, satiates my
soul. Get something new, it feels good
for about a day and then it’s not important anymore.
Both of these thorns in life lead to unfruitfulness. Nothing of value comes from allowing them to
grow in your life. It would have been
easier to mow them, but underneath they are still there, rooted in deep and
waiting to emerge. Unfruitful to take
them out on my own, only for them to multiply.
Why waste your time! That is what
unfruitfulness is, the drudgery of doing something again and again without the
effects you desire.
So I asked the Gardener of my soul to weed out the cares and deceit
in me, so I can be lush in the hot season.
So that I won’t have bare patches but full, vast color. So that underneath there is nothing wicked
lurking to choke the joy offered me. His
name is Jesus and without Him working in me no one would be able to run
barefoot around me. Giving Him the
credit He deserves today for His cultivating presence in my life.
After I was done, I stripped off my gloves and saw the
poison bumps the weeds had left behind; one of the outcomes of pulling weeds shows
that your sin has its price. It reminded
me of my Savior. Even after his
resurrection, He still bore those marks on His hands. He showed them to Thomas so he would believe
that He was really alive (John 20:27).
What a blessed reminder that I am to bear
on my body the brand-marks of Jesus (Gal 6:17). What I saw on my hands appeared first on His because
He took it all for me…
May your soul ever be like spring as He prunes the things
that don’t bear fruit, causing new life to emerge in the hands of the good
Gardener…
-Rayna
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