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Parable of the Soils

This is a rust spot on a salvage car and its story as I see it.

“Which type of soil am I?”
Am I the path-soil – packed hard, unable t...
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This is a rust spot on a salvage car and its story as I see it.

“Which type of soil am I?”
Am I the path-soil – packed hard, unable to embrace the powerful seed of God’s word?
Perhaps I am the rocky soil – accepting His word joyfully but persecution or troubles came along and the fruit of His Word withered away.
If not that, then am I the thorny soil, where the weeds of this world’s cares and pleasures choked out His life-giving word?
Oh, I hope not!
I hope I am the most wonderful, amazing, loamy garden soil that soaks up His word and yields a hundred-fold! …or at least thirty-fold…
…God, help me when I cannot even help myself… Help me to see this world’s cares & pleasures as the withered grass they are… Help me to be strong in troubles, holding Your Hand… Help me when I am hard and don’t know why and can’t seem to get past it… Lead me with your kindness to repentance. Make me good soil. Amen

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