“Unless a grain of wheat is buried in the ground, dead to the world, it is never any more than a grain of wheat. But if it is buried, it sprouts and reproduces itself many times over. In the same way, anyone who holds on to life just as it is destroys that life. But if you let it go, reckless in your love, you’ll have it forever, real and eternal” (John 12, The Message).”
Everything in me fights against dying to self. I take pretty good care of myself. I think about myself. I watch out for myself.
So to think like a seed and die to the idea of the “plant” I want to be – and let God decide – is scary. Yet the alternative is even scarier: to remain just a seed. I long for so much more, and I know that my Father, the wise-with-a-good-plan farmer, put that longing there. And so I’m coming to learn this incredibly ironic and intoxicating truth:
Freedom comes through surrender.