Saturday, February 21, 2004


I used to sing a song in my younger days. The chorus went like this:
"We're all just seeds, in God's hands.
We start the same, but where we land,
is sometimes fertile soil and sometimes sand.
We're all just seeds in God's hands."

I ran into an old associate of mine today. We worked together for a few years, a few years ago. She was the kind of girl you could laugh with, joke with, be yourself with. I knew her when she was struggling through life. I knew her when her marriage was about to fall apart. I knew her when her mom got cancer. She had never been brought up in a faith. She didn't know much about God. She had a lot of questions for me, and I tried to answer them as best as I could. I encouraged her to try out a church. Without telling her she was bound straight for hell, I tried to tell her about Jesus. I tried to live a Christian life, and still be fun and cool...but I felt so many times that I failed.
Things happened, she quit her job, and we lost track of each other.
I've heard about her over these past years. She worked through her marriage. She had another daughter; her mother past away. All life changing things.
So today when we saw each other, we joked and talked and caught up on life. She was just about to leave, when she asked where I attended church. I told her. She smiled and told me that she went now too. She got involved in an Alpha group because her daughter kept asking her questions and she wanted to be able to answer them. She now attends a great church in the city and is very happy about what she is learning. She is reading whatever she can get her hands on and learning about God. She said she wanted to tell me, because she knew I had a faith, and she knew I would be so happy for her, because she finally did find a place to go. I am happy. I am joyful.
We're all just seeds.

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