May 1, 2022

A Time to Sow

For those of you who eagerly await this season, May is the time to sow seeds. Tucking seeds snuggly into the soil is an opportunity for anticipated delight. So you water, weed, and wait—until the day you reap the bounty of your toil.

Prior to when I set up this website and blog, I took a class on branding, which essentially is establishing a unique identity. The instructor encouraged us to think about what we love to do, then come up with something that is not cliché-ish but creative and maybe a bit quirky.

It was easy to pinpoint one of my greatest passions—gardening. In fact, when my husband and I are out and about, the instant he spies a nursery, he speeds up and whizzes by in a blur. You may laugh, but I don’t find myself chuckling at his drama. I could spend hours strolling down row after row of God’s magnificent works of plant art. Breathing in the floral scents of roses or gardenias, bathing my eyes in the multitudes of magentas, delphinium blues, or the deep shades of reds, I get lost in the glories. Then, with my beauties in hand, at the checkout counter, I always comment, “Any day I can plant something is a good day.”

So, that’s what came to mind during my branding workshop. But how would I apply it to my writing and website in a way that made sense? After much consideration, I landed on:

Mary Stone—The Heartful Sower.

My tagline is “Any day you can plant something—a sprig of kindness, a seed of faith—is a good day.”

Not only do I enjoy potting plants and seeds, but I love to do so with words as well. When I write, my aim is to entertain, enlighten, encourage, and to cultivate faith. I hope I do that as you read my monthly blog messages.

One morning not too long ago, I was surprised as I read my morning devotion from the NIV, Mark 4:3-8—

The Parable of the Sower

A farmer went out to sow his seed. As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up. Some fell on rocky places, where it did not have much soil. It sprang up quickly, because the soil was shallow. But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched, and they withered because they had no root. Other seed fell among thorns, which grew up and choked the plants. Still other seed fell on good soil. It came up, produced a crop, some multiplying thirty, some sixty, some a hundred times.

Why was I surprised? Even though I’d read this parable countless times, I hadn’t considered it when I chose my “brand”—The Heartful Sower. Now, as I correlate it to my writing, I see that God is using me to sow words for His glory:

Jesus Explains the Parable to His Disciples

The farmer sows the word. Some people are like seed along the path, where the word is sown. As soon as they hear it, Satan comes and takes away the word that was sown in them. Others, like seed sown on rocky places, hear the word and at once receive it with joy. But since they have no root, they last only a short time. When trouble or persecution comes because of the word, they quickly fall away. Still others, like seed sown among thorns, hear the word; but the worries of this life, the deceitfulness of wealth and the desires for other things come in and choke the word, making it unfruitful. Others, like seed sown on good soil, hear the word, accept it, and produce a crop—some thirty, some sixty, some a hundred times what was sown.—Vs. 14-20

I love being used of the Lord. I pray that how He uses me reaches fertile soil, that the seeds I sow will produce fruit.

As a seed pops out of the ground and metamorphoses into a tender shoot, I get excited. But when it wilts from a pest gnawing on its root, or a rabbit considering it a salad bar yummy, I am saddened at the loss of life. That may sound like I’m being dramatic, but I really am disappointed to not see it come to fruition. How much more our Creator must feel saddened when His word is sown only to have it die. But think how jubilant He is when someone comes to Him for life eternal!

It is a privilege to share God’s word with you. Thank you for allowing me to do so. Dear readers, truly you are a blessing to me.

Before I close with prayer and a thought, I would ask the questions—What seeds are you sowing? And what seeds are you nourishing within your own soil and soul?

Prayer:  Precious Heavenly Father, as I sow words from your Word, I entrust the ears of the hearers to you that you would water and tenderly care for each person who reads this message, that (s)he would reap the benefit of the harvest.

Thought for the Day:  “With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.”—Ella Wheeler Wilcox