Good Seed

Saturday, July 26

Dear Diary

This morning, Sister Mary Claire asked if I’d like to walk to the cave with her, and I said yes before she even finished asking. The sun was still low and soft, and the path was dappled in shade from the cottonwoods and the tall prairie grasses brushing against our knees. Mini didn’t come—she was too cozy under the bed, only poking out her nose when we left.

As we walked the winding trail along Indian Creek, Sister began talking about today’s Gospel reading—the parable of the wheat and the weeds. She said it quietly at first, almost like she was telling it to the trees or the birds. I listened as she told how the farmer sowed good seed, but then an enemy came in the night and sowed weeds all through the field. When the servants wanted to pull them out, the master told them no, to wait until harvest, or else they might ruin the wheat too.

“That’s how the Lord sees our hearts,” Sister said gently, “He knows the weeds are there, but He waits, letting everything grow together. At harvest time, He will sort it all out in His mercy and justice.” She said it isn’t our job to rip up the weeds too soon—not in others, and not even in ourselves. That made me think.

By then we had reached the big rock by the creek—the one smooth enough to sit on, with the perfect view of the rippling water. The sun was higher now, turning the water into ribbons of light. And just as we settled in, who should paddle out from the reeds but Shaggycoat! His little head popped up first, then his sleek brown body swam out in slow circles as if he was glad to see us. I waved, and Sister smiled. She said, “He must know this is a place where good seeds are growing.”

We stayed there for almost an hour. Sister didn’t say much after that. She just let me think while I watched the creek and leaned my head on her shoulder. I wondered if there were weeds in me I didn’t even know about, and I prayed that Jesus would help me to be patient with myself—just like the farmer in the parable. He doesn’t panic. He waits. And when harvest comes, He will gather the good into His barn.

Evening Prayer

Jesus, thank You for the walk today and for showing me that You are not afraid of my weeds. Help me to grow the good seeds You’ve planted in me. Let my heart be like that peaceful field You spoke of, and help me to trust that You’ll take care of everything in Your time.




Amen.

Love, Kathy