The Jumbled Seed got quieter and quieter. He tried to close his ears to the voices of the other seeds, especially when they were talking about what the Master was making of them. He truly hoped no one would ask him what kind of seed he was. It was embarrassing, telling them he did not know.The day finally came when the Jumbled Seed broke through the ground.Where was the mighty Oak or the tall majestic Pine tree, or the colorful Maple tree? Where were the beautiful flowers that brightened up the fields? He did not see any of them.Where was he?The Jumbled Seed needed to learn not to compare himself with the other seeds around him. We are each unique and God has a special plan for each of us.