A Season of Sowing

Have you ever seen something so beautiful that it took your breath away? I wish I could transport you all to the moment I took the photo above. The sky was on fire with the brilliant last rays of the sun, acting like a highlighter to the vibrance of the Aspen leave all around me. It’s one of the few moments in my life I remember being truly awestruck. But I wouldn’t be able to see all of that immense beauty if not for something so small and seemingly insignificant: a seed.

It seems like the Lord is showing me I’m in a season of sowing. I’m sowing everything He’s given me: my time, talents, resources, and all that is in my heart. When you sow, you burry it in the earth to be covered and die. We know that sowing is needed for all the beautiful and good things to come, but it is still the result from the death of every seed. It must die to be changed into what God has intended all along.

I don’t know what seeds I’ve been given. I am not the Creator, He is. He is the Master, and I simply need to be faithful to plant what He puts in my hand. He alone knows the full design. My seeds might be like an Aspen that can grow from one seed, and then reproduce from root sprouts until it is a whole forrest that stretches miles. It might be like some coniferous seeds that are only released from trial by fire. It might be like a mighty oak, or a simple wildflower. That is not for me to know. What He gives me to sow, it’s growth and fruit is His prerogative, and mine is faithfulness.

Jesus models this truth in that He gave himself, died a death He did not deserve, so that many lives may spring up from His. His death gave me life. I’m trusting that what I sow into the dark of the earth, He will raise up into His imperishable light. In truth, I have this one life to sow. I can keep it for myself and produce nothing but the ashes from which I was made, or I can lose myself in His glorious plans and reap an eternal harvest. I just may not be able to see what all He grows on this side of eternity. I might only see my small seed in hopes of a forrest. I might see the fires of trial or suffering for the seed to be sown. I might only see the small sprout of the mighty oak, or the quickly fading wildflower bloom to be trodden down by passers by. But who knows what God may do through any of those beautiful creations? Perhaps one day, the tiny seed of my life may make someone awestruck by what God has created. May what is grown in my life bring Him glory.