There is something so special about this image that it was hard for me to tell you what it was at first. Every time I looked at it, it reminded me of a passage in Scripture but I couldn’t remember which one, until today.
When I read about the parable of the farmer who scattered seeds, this is the kind of image that I create in my mind when in Matthew 13:5 says “Other seeds fell on shallow soil with underlying rock. The seeds sprouted quickly because the soil was shallow. But the plants soon wilted under the hot sun, and since they didn’t have deep roots, they died”. It makes me think, how deep are my roots?
I can identify myself with these dead plants, I was once a different person who had much different dreams than now and because of trials and life challenges I slowly dried out and died. While it might sound tragic and sad, let me tell you of the joy behind that death. With every season it comes a time of waiting, a time of hibernating and preparation of the season to come. In the same way God allowed my past life to go through a season of deep, hard change, He allowed the old me to die. Not because it was amusing, but because there was a purpose; there were new seeds to plant, careful tending to do while preparing the new dreams that would soon bloom.
Now I know that my roots run deep in the ground, that my identity as a child of God is strong, that my dreams are God given and not selfish, that I have a purpose in life and in all of that there is hope. There is joy in knowing that when something dies, it is a temporary thing because God is preparing it to grow again with roots deeper than the ones it had before.