“Unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains a single seed. But if it dies, produces many seeds. The man who loves his life will lose it, while the man who hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life” John 12:24-25 (NIV). It is not until we die to ourselves that we can truly live for Jesus. Think about beautiful oak trees. They are so sturdy, strong, and steadfast. The oak is a beacon of hope, providing shade, comfort, and stability. But first, that tree was an acorn; a tiny insignificant acorn.
I went outside and my yard was covered in acorns. Years from now, no one will remember the acorns who simply rolled around on the grass. The only acorns that will be remembered are the ones that have…died.
The same is true with us. It is not until we allow our dreams to be buried that God can truly use us.
Why was I going so deep?
Beyond what I loved so dear?
What was the use of this surrender
Away from all I wanted near?
My acorn friends on the surface were rolling gleefully
Playing games and singing songs
That I would never sing.
I didn’t seem fair that I’d have to die
Buried beneath the grassy carpet
Beneath the hopeful sky.
One day I broke above the surface.
I began to stand tall
A mighty Oak.
Standing above them all.
I looked around.
Where were all my acorn friends
That had been rolling on the ground?
I asked my dear friend Maple
Who replied with a sigh,
They rolled away in the dust
Because they were not willing to die.
Wow, I pondered within my soul
Because I was a broken acorn
Now I am whole.
Because I was buried
Now I can breathe life.
I looked around
amazed that I could see things greater than before.
My perspective had widened
Since I’d been an acorn on the floor.
I realized that first I must die
Before I will see
Picture taken from Pixaby.com