THE SOWER AND THE SEED
“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” Psalm 139:13-14 I planted some seeds the other day. They are coming up. Day by day. Water. Sunshine. Dirt. Everyday we sow seeds by the words of our mouths. Day by day. Confession after confession. The seeds are sprouting, our words are coming to pass, they are coming up. The things my Mom planted in each of us children, they are coming up. The prayers she prayed, are coming to pass. How she earnestly interceded for her babies, to be helped, to be held by Jesus, to be directed by His leading, to take hold of His hand and to never let Him go. Since we were young she spoke of the hope we have in Jesus. She believed in His power. She cherished His every word of life. She was the sower, we are the seeds. We are coming up. We are sprouting. We are watered by the Word. We are grounded in the tru