Here are a few lines from a new song. Womb Of The Morning. Your words like oil penetrate the places in my heart that were hardened through fear. You say My child don’t be afraid. I’ve been there all along to shield and protect. Let go of that which you clutch so tight. That I might fulfill the deepest longings of your heart.

Let’s visit the parable of the sower. Mark 4:13-20. There are four soils mentioned: wayside, stony, full of thorns, and good. Verse 18-19 says, “Now these are the ones sown among thorns; they are the ones who hear the word, and the cares of this world…entering in choke the word, and it becomes unfruitful.”

The Greek word for care means to divide the mind. Think of the things in your life: distractions, anxieties, burdens, and worries. When we bury our hurts instead of releasing them to the Lord they choke out His word. Buried emotional pain blocks fruit for His glory. We hide instead of abide. John 15:8 says, “By this My Father is glorified, that you bear much fruit…”