I'm growing mustard seeds. This is part of a church thing (I go to a great church in the City of London that has many young people) where were all given mustard seeds to grow at home. We had an overview of the life of Christ in the book of Mark, from Mark 1 to Mark 4:34. It ends with Jesus talking about what the kingdom of God is like and one of the illustrations that the kingdom of God is like a mustard seed which is tiny, but when it dies it grows and grows until it is large enough for the birds to nest in it.
I've never grown anything in my life. Which is why, I suppose, I paid so much attention to my mustard seeds checking them everyday since last week Wednesday. It was quite an experience to watch the seeds change colour, then begin to germinate, growing little white shoots and tiny leaves.
I checked on them again this evening and to my absolute surprise (I cried out), they had grown overnight about an inch!
I think I was so surprised because I usually have to work hard for something to happen. In this case, I just watered the seed, placed it by the window for natural light and things happened! Mind. Officially. Blown.
I'm
really thankful that God does his work without my help. He grows his kingdom. My mum keeps telling me not to worry, God works in his own time and way. I trust that is true, but this does help remind me that God can and will grow his kingdom (and provide for
my needs) without me doing anything to help, other than to listen to his Word.
