My mother was anxious worrying that she might lose every crop that she farmed in the whole year, by this storm. Looking at her, I was reminded of the heart of our God who was anxious that He might lose the soul that he saved by shedding all His blood and tearing His body apart. "So neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things grow(1 Corinthians 3:7)." My heart is like the broad road, thorn bushes, and stoned farm. I want to become good soil by relying on the Holy Spirit, with God's word and prayer.