“All men are ready to invest their money
But most expect dividends.
I say to you: Make perfect your will.
I say: take no thought of the harvest,
But only of proper sowing.” T.S. Eliot, The Rock
I’m the kind of person who likes to have all of her ducks in a row. I like to know what I’m doing, where I’m headed, or at least be able to give an explanation of where I’m not going and why you won’t see me there.
I like to be aware of where I’m investing my time and what kind of dividends I will reap.
But T.S. Eliot takes a different view on planning. He says to “take no thought of the harvest, But only of proper sowing.”
I try to wrap my mind around the sentence. I drive out my desire to control. I tune my ears to hear what He is saying to me.
Follow Me alone, He whispers.
Follow My pleasing will.
Sow proper when corners cry out to be cut.
Sow proper in the mundane.
Sow proper when resentment burns.
Sow proper when you want to evade.
Sow proper when anger is easier.
Sow proper when laziness hangs.
Sow proper when no eyes are upon you.
Sow proper and don’t be swayed.
Today I remind myself that I follow You alone and I surrender my conduct to your pleasing will.