And he told them many things in parables, saying: “A sower went out to sow.  And as he sowed, some seeds fell along the path, and the birds came and devoured them.  Other seeds fell on rocky ground, where they did not have much soil, and immediately they sprang up, since they had no depth of soil,  but when the sun rose they were scorched. And since they had no root, they withered away.  Other seeds fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked them.  Other seeds fell on good soil and produced grain, some a hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty.  He who has ears, let him hear.”
(Matthew 13:3-9 ESV)
I read this parable yesterday morning, and tried hard–I mean, really tried– to be a “good” seed.
Of course, I failed. I was impatient all morning, although I kept reminding myself to be just the opposite. That just made my frustration increase. But then I did something I’d totally forgotten to do. I prayed. And throughout the day, with God’s help, I improved. I still wasn’t perfect, but God helped me, which means a lot to me.
With His help and mercy, I’m still trying to improve. He’s always there to remind me and help me. Always.