Thorns

The other night, I had myself pretty stressed out. Everything I needed to do, all the tiny, forgotten details, and the stacks of correspondence seemed to be closing in on me. Each second, I remembered two more things.

Last Sunday’s sermon was on the parable of the Sower. (And I got to read the Mark account later in the week.) I’ve heard it all before, but it was good to be reminded of which soil I am prone to being.

Thorns. The cares of this world. I was letting them “choke” me, steal my peace and joy, and make me cut corners on my relationship with Jesus like a regular Martha.

I don’t plan to throw my goals and deadlines away, but instead to make them His. I’ll let Him change them, I’ll tell Him about my worries and problems (and joys!), and I’ll make sure our “quality time” happens even in the busy-ness of life.