Today’s writer has asked to be anonymous and I respect his wish. I enjoy reading from him because he writes with a lot of conviction. This post is like a Parable with significant meaning. Sit back, enjoy & be blessed by it.


stop being ungrateful

Once upon a time, there was a seed buried in the mud. It was in thick blackness. It was cold and wet. It shivered. It was just plain, no fun. It was icky. It was dirty. It was muddy. It was mucky. It was stuck in the mud.

How it got there is a little 3 sentence story:
One breezy day during the Harmattan season, it had fallen on the ground. Then it rained a little. And a deer came along and stepped on it and pushed it deep in the mud.
Life just wasn’t fair. It was all alone. If only it had fallen like the other seeds in the grass, or on the log over there, or at least not been stepped on.
But what the little seed did not see was the mouse that ate the seeds in the grass and the bird that ate the seeds on the log and the chipmunk that gathered the seeds on the ground to store and eat all winter long. It couldn’t see this because it was stuck in the mud. It didn’t know how lucky it was.

Now besides being squished tight in the mud, it was also locked in it’s shell. It tried to get out of it’s terrible predicament, but the Harmattan days got shorter and shorter. It got colder and colder too. It had no strength to get out of its shell. The mud was frozen solid, the deep snow covered it. It went through a terribly cold and dark winter. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the days grew a little longer, a little warmer. The seed had work to do. It began to grow. The water in the mud had softened its shell. Still, how hard it was to get out of its shell! It had to exert energy like never before. It struggled and struggled. Finally it broke free. Then it used more energy to go not up, but down, struggling to send a tiny little root through that compacted mud — that terribly icky place. It needed something to tightly hold on to, because…now it had to struggle yet again with great effort to send a tiny little shoot to the light above — through all that icky mud. Finally it was free. It reached the warm sunlight.

You would think its troubles were over. Not so fast. In a whole year it grew only a few inches, while the other plants grew by leaps and bounds, as if to mock the little seed. Every fall it lost its leaves. In winter it barely survived, covered with snow. And as it got a little taller, it had to go through windstorms and blizzards. But one thing was peculiar. Even while it slowly grew up to the sunny blue sky, it never forgot its roots. It had the wisdom to keep growing its roots deeper and deeper in the mud. In fact, it used every wind storm, every blizzard, every shaking, every vibration to wiggle its roots deeper and deeper into the black icky mud. It knew the importance of a solid foundation, because it always remembered where it came from, how it had been protected and helped by the mud.

The years rolled on, and the seasons too. Each summer it so slowly but surely grew. Each winter it became a little tougher and stronger. It had little joys and little sorrows throughout its life like all of us do. Then came the fiercest of all storms. The wind blew so violently this way and that. Trees all around were dashed to the ground, broken, uprooted, a jangled mess. After the devastation, the sun shone once again. To be sure, it didn’t look so pretty, some leaves were missing, in fact, quite a few, but that would soon be remedied. Because it hadn’t forgotten its roots as a seed in the mud, it stood there in all its glory. It had become the mighty oak tree.

This story illustrates the immense power of gratitude. Many times we complain about what life throws at us, the wickedness of people, the struggles we face, the onerous nature of life as a whole, and indeed we could be justified in our complaints. But bigger than complaints is a virtue we can cultivate called gratitude. From the anecdote above, we see that the little seed thinking of it’s unfortunate circumstances had not seen the much worse fate that befell some of it’s other compatriots. We can relate this to ourselves when we complain so much about what happens to us that we forget the daily death tolls around the world and many more people facing much more ponderous plight. Those facts alone should give us enough cause to be thankful to God for giving us the breath to see each new day. It follows that as we give gratitude to those who help us and honor God who is our ultimate Provider and Life Giver, we will not only surmount the ample challenges we face, but we will finally find meaning and purpose to our existence.



Thank you for reading!

PS: The Post for Tomorrow (DAY 12) is by my amiable flatmate ‘Lady T’. Join us as she shares something important we need to know about ‘KINGDOM PEOPLE’.


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