Life under the Thorns

One of the few lucid thoughts that made it through to my brain this week came while reading Matthew - the story of the sower and the seeds.

This time, instead of saying "oh, of course I'm the good seed/ground!", I took a hard look at each of the soils. And found myself living in a thorny patch.

I love the message of God, and I want to live it. I start to, but then life takes over - the endless treadmill of work, home, eat, sleep, be a mom. And before I know it these have become thorns, choking out my Son-light and making it hard for me to see. Instead of verdant green, I'm a glow-in-the-dark sickly pale, bearing only the beginnings of undeveloped fruit and struggling to survive.

I need transplanting. But it would take a thick pair of garden gloves and a large tweezers to get me out of where I am. Once out, I may have a struggle to adjust to the new, bright light.

But I need it. Time on this planet is short, and I don't want to end up in the burning pile of weeds when the harvest is sorted.

Lord, please get me out of this thornbush!