“But he who received seed on the good ground is he who hears the word and understands it, who indeed bears fruit and produces: some a hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty.”
It should come to no surprise that today of all days I would like to talk about my father…gotcha! This one goes out to the mothers! Here’s to you. So today I want to open this daily devotional up by talking about my own mother. Saint Myrna of the healing hands, the patron saint of all frustrated mothers. Let’s start with that fact that I was an unplanned baby…and not in the typical sense. All of us Harvey kids are adopted and I am the youngest of the four of us. I have a sister and two brothers who are 15 some years ahead of me in age. So when the state called my mom and asked if they would be willing to adopt another baby it was a bit of a shock. You see I was born pretty premature and they had no adoption plans set up yet for me. But the wonderful thing is that my mom didn’t even hesitate to say yes.
(Sorry mom for the above picture, but it truly is great. Remember I love you!) From that day forward began a very different mother-son relationship. I grew up in one of the most lovingly stern Christian homes, I think, in the world. From a very young age, my mom kept planting seeds. From when I was little to when I would stumble home drunk my mother still loved me and planted seeds. She was ever faithful and was a rock and role model for me. She instilled lessons into me that I will never forget. My mom was and is still an absolute blessing to me. She always showed the love of Christ to her children and modeled what that looked like (with some German modifications in there as well). Not once, no matter how disappointed she may have been in what I did, did she ever hesitate to love me and show love. Not always the nice easy love either, sometimes it was the hard love that we don’t like so much. Both are scriptural and needed today and I am glad that I had it growing up.
So thank you mom first off and thank you to all other mothers in this world who pray, teach, and worry about us kids until late in the night. We need you, the church needs you, and God needs and loves you. (My mother would sigh and say “Ah much better picture Nathan” about the one below.)
Now into a quick lesson about planting seeds!
Jesus told a large crowd a parable about the farmer who sowed his seed that fell on different types of ground—a hard path, rocky ground, clumps of thorns, and good soil (Matt. 13:1–9). While some seeds never grew, “the seed falling on good soil refers to someone who hears the word and understands it” and “produces a crop yielding a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown” (v. 23).
During the twenty-seven years of my life, my mother has taught me many things such as work ethic and servitude to the church and to God. All the while she scattered seeds of kindness and the message of God’s love.
If anyone ever asks me how I am the way I am I respond with “I have had many influences in my Christian walk early and later in life, of course. But my heart always returns to the silent, and sometimes not so silent lessons my mother taught me and her gentle nature while doing so.”
A seed of God’s love sown today may produce a remarkable harvest.