“What do you think? If a man owns a hundred sheep, and one of them wanders away, will he not leave the ninety-nine on the hills and go to look for the one that wandered off? Matthew 18:12 NIV
How often do you hold back on a chance… a chance to serve, to use your God given gifts, talents or abilities because you think what you have may not be good enough or you’re afraid things won’t turn out like the picture in your head. So much fear can be wrapped up in the “what if” the results appear to be failure.
At the end of my life God is not going to ask me about the harvest, He’s only going to ask me about the seed He placed in my hand. The harvest, the fruit produced, that’s God’s department; not my responsibility, not in my wheelhouse. What happens to the seed He placed in my hand upon my birth into this world… that is my responsibility.
Often seed is planted one at a time and it seems tedious and sometimes you wonder if it’s doing anything at all but Gal. 9:6 promises God will faithfully produce from that which is faithfully sown. Matt. 25:40 reminds us that what we do for ONE of the least among us, we do for Him. Don’t grow weary if you can’t see the harvest, a good planter has to keep his eye on his job and his boss to do it well. Each ONE of your seeds matters to God. Each ONE was made to produce something.
Mark 14 finds Jesus commending a woman for doing a beautiful thing to Him while everyone else in the room condemned and criticised her effort and method. Jesus commends this woman for doing what she could and says her act of love and service to Him would be remembered for all time.
Sow your seed dear one, do what you can with what is in your hand. Don’t grow weary or worry about the end result. God isn’t going to ask you about the harvest, only what you did with the seed. One seed, one chance at a time, let Him write a WILD seed sowing story of trust for you to give Him back in the end! May what you hear in return be, “Beloved, you did a beautiful thing to Me.”
“When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‘I used everything you have me.’” – Erma Bombeck