The parable of the seeds - the different soils, the conditions - His Word - our hearts.
It is so easy to forget, when my heart did not have Him in it - when I lived outside of Christ - and become judgmental, impatient to those who are lost as I once was.
Funny how that turned out.....
Especially when His seed fell on rocky ground of my heart.
There are times when I am mowing by the bluffs and I have to just sit and stare. In places - somehow, someway, a seed sprouted, took root, and became a rather large tree. There in the rock the little roots wove their way into the cracks and hung on.
How thankful I am there were cracks in my heart.
How thankful I am His Word wove His way in and grew and how He transformed the rock of my heart into rich soil. Soil He constantly using in growing seeds for Him.
I think about those in the verses Moses was referring to and am thankful He has captured me.
"They weren’t interested in following me—their hearts weren’t in it.
None, except for"
I am thankful to be one of the exceptions.