“UNLESS someone like you cares a whole awful lot,
nothing’s going to get better. It’s not.” Dr Seuss
Last night I caught a movie alone after class, The Lorax. And as God usually does, He answered my prayer to speak to me through the movie.
The story was simple. A little boy, against all odds, cared enough to plant a seed in a land where there were no more trees. This quote was shown at the closing of the movie, and as it did, a thought came. What do I care about? Do I care about it a whole awful lot? Enough to make a change?
Somehow I feel like my heart has been hardening. I wrote a very lousy poem in my private blog about not being able to be as vulnerable as before, something I used to pride myself on. Perhaps in the same way, life experiences are turning my heart of flesh into a heart of stone.
I find myself unable to answer the question, “what do I care a whole awful lot about?” I feel like perhaps in many ways, I’ve stopped caring. I’ve stopped being vulnerable. I’ve stopped loving. This is bad for someone who spends much of her time serving in a ministry that must overflow from love.
“Judge each day not by the harvest you reap but by the seeds you sow” was another quote that came to mind.
The movie ended with the boy planting the seed. It was just a seed, not yet a tree. I suppose what jumped out was that I, too eager to harvest, have probably not been watching what I’ve been sowing.
Perhaps I have stopped caring because I’ve been sowing seeds of impatience, wanting people to be transformed overnight, wanting people to be excellent straightaway. Perhaps I’ve stopped caring because I have not been sowing time to be in love, before having to give love.
What kind of seeds will I sow today?
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