If Seeds Could Speak

Many years ago, when I was still a teenager, on a fateful Saturday I accompanied my mom to visit a lady who was an AIDS patient in one of the most ‘dreaded’ hospitals in Lagos, Nigeria.
As at the time we got to the hospital, the lady could no longer speak audibly. My mom comforted her with words and asked me to introduce Christ to her and also pray for her, which I did. She gave her life to Christ and I assured her that Jesus could heal her.

The next day while I was preparing to go to church, we got a news that the lady had died in the early hours of that day. Can you imagine how I felt back then?

One of the mysteries of life is that a lot of times, we enjoy beautiful and sweet things that we don’t really qualify for. Some other times we have to endure bitter and ugly stuffs that we think we don’t really deserve.
In all of this, is God is still God and is He still good?

Sometimes, I wonder why women still want to get pregnant despite the fact that they know the kind of discomfort and pains they might go through during pregnancy. It would be almost foolish for anyone to ask a question like… why would a husband allow the wife he loves so much to get pregnant in the first place knowing fully well that the woman would go through the pressure of pregnancy and the pain of child delivery?

If some of us were to be seeds, I mean SEEDS, we would wonder why a farmer would pick us from a clean sack where we feel cool and safe only for him to bury us alive in a dark and dirty soil!

The soil suitable for ‘burying seeds’ doesn’t smell nice, it’s a place of breaking, crushing and pressing; it’s also a place of death, darkness and decay yet farmers gladly put seeds in this terrible condition. Why? Do you think seeds deserves to die?

When I started primary education in the early 90s, I didn’t like going to school. I focused on the pain and pressure of learning so much that I failed to see the essence of education.

I probably thought to myself, “I am here to enjoy family, friends, food and fun”. Why would my parents keep making me go to a place where I don’t feel comfortable?

A lot of us are like this, we fail to see our bright and beautiful end because we are missing the very essence of our present pains and pressure.

Some of us are yet to realize that the most dangerous zone on earth is comfort zone.

If seeds could speak, some of them would curse farmers for burying them to die and decay just because they are ignorant of the fact that after the dying season, there is a season of bursting forth, blooming and bringing forth fruits all things being equal.

God is a very creative movie director, and suspense is one of the tools He uses the most. Just as some movies leave us with more questions than answers so is the movie of life too. You are like the seed, you are not buried in darkness to die, you don’t have to curse God or cry in despair. God is not blind to your pains, He has a plan and purpose for every pressure. For you don’t enjoy peace and calmness, ask less questions about your situation and seek to know His purposes. Even if you don’t get answers, wisdom requires trusting the Faithful Farmer.

How to Trust More and Tear up Less:

  1. Read God’s words and other inspiring books.
  2. Seek godly counsel in all situations
  3. Plug into a community of confident and courageous soul.
  4. Count your blessings and always remember your past victories.
  5. Love God and know Him more. If you know Him, you know the answer to all questions

So before you ask God the next series of ‘whys’. Ask yourself this question, if I didn’t ask God to create me, what authority do we have to question His actions? If we can’t accept the fact that God knows all, He doesn’t have to sell the right to be Omniscience to any man, He owns the sole right!

Is it not wise for you to just accept both the unanswered questions and the answers He gives when you don’t even have questions.

© Adeleke Adeite 2019

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s