It’s not that we’re all such great soil. There’s thorns and there’s thistles, and dry rocky patches, and places that are simply worn out. But God keeps scattering that seed, scattering it everywhere, throwing it around with abandon, knowing that sooner or later, it will land in that rich spot in your life that’s so ready, that’s been ready forever. That place in your soul that is rich and fertile and deep.
And if it doesn’t grow this time? He’ll keep coming back and throw out some more.
Can you believe God is so wasteful, wasting it all on people like us?
Can you believe it?