Dear Diary,
This morning at Holy Mass, Father read the Gospel about the sower and the seed. On the walk home, Sister Mary Claire explained it to me so I could understand. She said the seed is like God’s word, and every heart is a different kind of soil. Some don’t let the seed stay, some let it wither, and some let the weeds choke it out. But the good soil is the heart that listens, loves, and keeps God’s word alive.
I thought about how much I want my heart to be that good soil, the kind that lets the seed grow strong and full of fruit. Sister said even if the world has rocks and thorns, if we hold tight to Jesus, His word will always grow in us.
Mini trotted along beside us, her ears spread wide like little wings, and I thought how she seems to take in every sound and smell. Maybe I can be like that too—alert, listening, and ready for God’s word.
Evening Prayer:
Dear Jesus, plant Your word deep in my heart and keep it safe from all that would harm it. Let me be good soil for You, bearing fruit in patience and love.
Love,
Kathy
This morning at Holy Mass, Father read the Gospel about the sower and the seed. On the walk home, Sister Mary Claire explained it to me so I could understand. She said the seed is like God’s word, and every heart is a different kind of soil. Some don’t let the seed stay, some let it wither, and some let the weeds choke it out. But the good soil is the heart that listens, loves, and keeps God’s word alive.
I thought about how much I want my heart to be that good soil, the kind that lets the seed grow strong and full of fruit. Sister said even if the world has rocks and thorns, if we hold tight to Jesus, His word will always grow in us.
Mini trotted along beside us, her ears spread wide like little wings, and I thought how she seems to take in every sound and smell. Maybe I can be like that too—alert, listening, and ready for God’s word.
Evening Prayer:
Dear Jesus, plant Your word deep in my heart and keep it safe from all that would harm it. Let me be good soil for You, bearing fruit in patience and love.
Love,
Kathy
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