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What type of soil are you?

In this previous post here i mentioned that i was looking forward to being a frequent bible reader. This was because i was slowly losing touch with God, and to be honest it felt awful. It's quite hard to believe in someone you only read about, a super power that you know exists somewhere, one that only our belief convinces us exists!

I've always had so many plans, though not all of them work. Sometimes i lack resources, time or maybe plain laziness overcomes me, it's life. Funny enough, this plan here is picking up really well and I'm impressed at how focused i can be sometimes. Talk about reading a chapter a day people!

Ever been to church and people are praying, singing and worshiping but you ain't feeling it? You're just there? Flat emotions! Zero concentration!...your prayers don't even last a minute? Your heart hard as stone...you close your eyes and all you can think about are the left over fries you left at home? It was that bad.

So i made a decision to #BringBackMyGod into the picture. Clearly, i was a mile away from him and i thought taking this  step would gradually restore my previous relationship with him. I'm not there yet, it's gonna take a while  though I'm so positive about being best buddies with him again.

I've noticed that i digress too much in everything i write or say. Lakini, haijalishi, ukielewa sawa, usipoelewa, iza jo mtu nguyas! So lemme head straight to today's objective. I'll try and keep it short.

I started off with Matthew and so far I've read twelve chapters. It ain't easy but am determined to finish the race. Day 13, for chapter 13 was today and i wanted to just share a little bit of what i picked from it. It's a common parable of the sower that most of us are very familiar with. It basically leaves you with choices to make as an individual and ultimately make an informed decision on which path you want to take when it comes to restoring you relationship with God.
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The options vary and at the end of the day, the choice is yours. Freedom is our gift and here we exercise it without interference even from God himself.
  1. The Path: You hear the word from your pastor, friend, colleagues or sibling or read it from wherever but understanding it becomes the issue. Saitan (the devil) comes and snatches the little that's sown in your heart. You don't care, YOLO all the way right? Life goes on.
  2. The Rocky Soil: You hear the word and immediately receive it with joy. You decide, well from today henceforth Jehovah you live in my heart, you are alfa and omega, mwanzo tena mwisho, ni wewe tu! You have no root in this word and when trouble faces you or when you're exposed to temptations, you fall hard. Rocky and not steady. Life goes on.
  3. The weedy soil: This is the one that had thorns too (other bible versions). You hear the word, you read it often, you try and sustain the relationship with him. There's progress? Yes. Good. However, you're into your riches, and you care too much about material possessions the world has to offer, wealth is right before you, man! you're raining money yawa! What more do i want? You ask. Unfortunately, all these choke the word that was growing in you and it proves unfruitful. Weedy weedy huh? Life goes on.
  4. The Good Soil: You hear the word, you read the word and understand it. You follow what it says and act truthful and not like the Pharisees. You indeed bear fruits, good ones in yields and abundance. Life goes on.
I wasn't challenged when i read this, neither should you because you know very well where you lie. You only need to be aware of what kind of relationship you need with your creator. Its a free world, you're the master to your own. You know how you communicate best with him, tell him what you feel. From my own research, i know he's not the kind that leaves you stranded, he always shows up when you need him.

Ask him to show up!

Stay blessed.
xx

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