There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about the Parable of the Sower, as recorded in Matthew 13:1-22.

There isn’t a day that passes that I don’t feel - on some level - a bit more like the seed attached to dandelion fluff than the more substantial seed I imagine Jesus was referencing when He spoke.

Dandelion fluff.

Floaty.

Flighty. Easily carried on whatever breeze decides to blow my way.

You know...scattered.

When I was a little girl, blowing dandelion fluff was one of my favorite summertime activities. It felt magical to me. There were times I even found myself wishing that I could float away like one of those seeds on my very own gossamer parachute.

I wondered where those seeds would land. Would they find somewhere soft, rich, and growth-friendly? Would they land on the less hospitable crushed gravel of the alleyway? Or would they end up as bird food? (Honestly, I wasn’t even sure if dandelion seed was on a bird’s menu...but that technicality didn’t matter to my little girl imagination.)

As I sit here today, removed from those Little Girl Daydreams by many years and more life experiences than I can count, I’ve decided to give myself permission to be scattered.

I want to be blown away by such simple things as a gentle breeze.

I want to be carried off to beautiful, new places on a skiff of wind.

I want to be transported to points unknown by the slightest breath of air.

I want to be scattered in a way that leaves me transformed.

And, as far as I can tell, the only way that’s going to happen is if I abandon myself to the currents of Holy Wind that God allows in my life.

That sense of abandonment will look different in each area of my life. But just as the dandelion seed trusts without question the breeze that it rides, I know I can trust without question the One who created the wind. Even when that wind leaves me breathless and scattered.

When I trust that God has good plans to give me a future and a hope - yes, Scattered Seed Me - I can believe that no matter where I land, He’ll use me for His purposes, in His perfect timing, in His perfect way.

Honestly, there are parts of my life when my heart has felt like each kind of soil that Jesus describes in His parable: Gravelly. Shallow. Thorny. Fertile. It is - and always has been - because of His faithfulness, mercy, grace, and steadfast love that any kind of growth or fruit has developed in me.

So I’ll keep giving myself permission to be scattered. And I’ll keep trusting the Hand that scatters me.

Have you felt like any of the seed Jesus speaks of in the Parable of the Sower? What can you do today to trust that you’ve landed right where He wants you?

Laura Moss is beyond grateful to be able to say she has survived being Mom to 4 spirited girls, a battle with aggressive breast cancer, and some difficult seasons in her almost-25-year marriage. She calls herself a Creative, is drawn to beauty in all its forms, and loves loving on people. You can find more of her musings at gratefulamazement.wordpress.com. Read more posts by Laura.