Lord, give me a good-soil heart like the one in Your parable about the sower. Give me a heart like the farmers’ fields of good soil. The farmers have prepared their fields to receive the precious seeds they will sow. They have plowed the earth, broken up the ground beneath their feet, so that the seeds they sow will have a soft place to land, a safe place to rest, protected, under the cover of the broken sod, until they can take root, grow strong and produce a crop.
Lord, You know I need a good-soil heart to receive the seed that is Your living word. You want me to receive all Your words. You said, “Man does not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.” (Matthew 4:4)
Lord, prepare my heart to receive Your words. Plowing disrupts the smooth, unbroken surface of my heart. A surface which grows hard as time passes, covered over with weeds, thistles and thorns if no one comes along to break through to the good soil hidden beneath the hard exterior.
But You can break through, Lord. You know there is good soil underneath the rocky surface. You said, “I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.” (Ezekiel 36:26) A heart of flesh can be prepared; it can be plowed, broken open, ready to receive Your words of life.
I would protect my heart. I would let no pain pierce its surface. But You would have it break into a thousand pieces, making thousands of spaces into which Your word can fall, landing so deeply, so far down in the broken fissures of my heart’s soil, that it takes root, grows strong and produces a harvest of goodness that You intended all along.
Plowing is never pleasant, but it is necessary if planting is to be successful. The soil has to be prepared before the sower can sow the seed. Prepare my heart, Lord. Prepare my heart to receive Your words, prepare my heart to receive You. If giving me the good-soil heart that I desire, means breaking my heart up like the farmer does the field, then that is how it has to be.
I trust You, Heavenly Father. Only with You can a broken heart still be a heart that knows comfort. You are the God of all comfort. Only with You can a broken heart still be full of joy. You are the source of all true joy. Only with You, can a broken heart, that can’t hold onto anything else, still hold hope so securely – even while everything else falls away through the cracks.
Except the seed of Your word which takes root and grows strong. “But the seed on good soil stands for those with a noble and good heart, who hear the word, retain it, and by persevering produce a crop.” (Luke 8:15)
Lord, give me a good-soil heart.
sincerely, Grace Day