The Seed

The Seed

“Thirsty, so Thirsty. Dark. Unbelievable darkness and heaviness here. Where am I?”

Lying flat, still all around it seemed damp and dark, suffocating, she realized there was no moving. She felt a little drip of water seeping through the dirt above.

“Dirt! There is dirt all around me. What happened to the sunshine and cool breezes?”

This feeling of being parched had been going on for quite a while, but this blackness was something new. She had no sense of time, as the ground would dry out, another few drops of water would ooze through, just enough to almost be refreshing, then suddenly there was too much water and no place to go.

A bit later she could feel an unexplained warmth. Not sure what it was but knowing she needed to reach for it, she began to push and turn and stretch up towards the heat with everything in her. The water must have loosened the soil, she was able to twist about, the harder she worked the more she could feel. It seemed there was as much going down as going up. She tried to lift her head and noticed a small sliver of light, it caused a newness of determination to keep moving, surge through her being. Maybe if she could get her head up a bit more she could break through the earth and find a way out. Knowing all the pain she was struggling with wouldn’t compare to the joy of breaking free.

Finally, she broke through to the surface, the wind blew, she felt herself bend almost in two, but she held firm. The seasons changed time after time, yet she was able to bear it. She grew mighty in stature.

Ms. Franklin, one of the few of her kind left, had weathered the years well, she stood proud and tall, her roots ran deep, she knew this year was important not only for her but for the future.

She sent out a whisper, “Come, children, Come listen, and I will tell you a tale. Things have not gone well in the last century. We are almost extinct from overuse and abuse, diseases and lack of proper care. Some have acknowledged this and want to make a difference, in order to do so they will need your help. What I am about to tell you is not to scare you but to help you.

When I was your age, I was plump and round, shiny and bright like you, pleasing to the eye. I was plucked and quartered, my heart cutaway, laid out to dry. When I became as parched as I thought I could stand, I was placed in a bed of soft soil, covered over and given so much water I thought I would drown. For days the water would seep through the soil for me to absorb, suddenly things started to change, and I grew tall and strong and now I am able to bring you to this point.

Harvest time is almost here, it will be up to you to die to self, so you too may become strong. You must be buried and reborn in order to bloom. What lies deep inside you may be just what can change the world forever, so let what is hidden in you come out.

1 Peter 1:23

23 For you have been born again, not of perishable seed, but of imperishable, through the living and enduring word of God. 

Renette Steele

Lady SONshine

Have you been buried and sprouted new life?

What seeds are you planting?