life have been much like those of a picturesque flower garden—a collection gathered from many sources and all planted
and watered by the Holy Spirit.
There are the seeds of goodness and
faith that come from the Word, for I
would not know the meaning of goodness without Scripture and the Law to
define sin, nor can any measure of faith
grow in my own heart without springing from the seed of the Word since “. . .
faith cometh by hearing and hearing by
the word of God” (Romans 10: 17). And
so, I must plant the seed of God’s Word in
my life and be willing to walk it and talk
it even when it means sacrificing hurried
schedules and other selfish agendas.
. . . The daily trials that
test our hearts slowly
pluck out the weeds
of pride, impatience,
from my life.
While the harvest is still not yet complete, years have helped me see that the
fruit of longsuffering, gentleness, meekness, and temperance began to spring
forth many years ago as tiny shoots of
grass in a heart that was a landscape of
weeds. That fruit has been given room
to grow only as the daily trials that test
our hearts slowly pluck out the weeds of
pride, impatience, selfishness, and calloused indifference from my life.
Of all the seeds I hope to give my children, the seeds of a grateful heart are the
most valued, because from them spring
the everlasting fruit of love, joy, and
peace. Gratitude does not seem to grow
naturally in our hearts that are by nature so puffed up and over-inflated with
self, and we are made aware of the life-sustaining fruit that gratitude yields only
when we have offered our hearts on the
altar and died to self. Grateful hearts that
are truly aware of the grace we’ve been
given are hearts that are willing to die to
self each day and look beyond our selfish wants and desires to see those things
eternal that awe the soul and overwhelm
us with thankfulness.
This year, as I plant those tiny seeds
filled with promise into the warming
earth, I will take a few minutes to care-
fully examine the seeds left to grow in the
garden of my heart and see if I’ve plant-
ed the seed of the Word, weeded it with
thanksgiving for those things that tempt
and try, and surrendered self, that self
might die in order that mature seeds can
fall in abundance from my life.
Sheila Campbell began homeschooling in
1991, and after the death of her husband in
2001, she homeschooled as a single parent.
She also was the parent of a special needs child
whom she cared for at home until his death
in 2004. These difficulties have strengthened
her walk with her Lord and Savior, Jesus
Christ, and it is her prayer that her words
will encourage and inspire others. Sheila resides in Hale Center, Texas, and recently left
her job with the Texas Home School Coalition to pursue her writing goals. Sheila invites you to visit her blog at pausingtopraise
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