Sowing Seeds

I finally finished the flagstone patio last summer. A little too late to plant much, but I got a few things in the ground. In the fall, I transplanted the casualties that had barely survived the three tons of gravel and rock that were dumped in my yard throughout the building process.

Now comes the time to enjoy the work, and also to be surprised every day by the happy accidents that nature continues to bring to me. The daffodils I thought I tore out, but apparently not quite, that instead multiplied over the winter to bring me weeks of sunny yellow flowers in March. The phlox plant that I gave up for lost because it had accidently ended up under a stone retaining wall, but I watched as it emerged anyway, determined to find the light by just growing sideways a little. The robin that showed me her nest by my door as she tersely suggested that I just sit and relax – instead of pruning my, well, now HER evergreen.

I realized that I’ve planted and sown a lot of seeds since I’ve been in this house – and like many things in life – the seeds I have sown have taken on a life of their own. Another way, perhaps, that we are reminded that we are the hands of God. Just sow the seeds, get it started – and then stay out of the way, as forces greater than us guide the growth, the direction, the destiny, and make something bigger and better than we could have ever imagined. Something we could never truly own.

Thank you, God, for giving us the courage to sow the seeds you bring to us, and nurturing the newness that you asked us to bring to the world. Guide us that we might see the work that we need to do in our homes, and the world. Amen

Diana is an avid, OK, addicted to gardening. Meaning, things just aren’t quite right unless she can get her hands in the dirt at least every week. It seems to be hereditary, with at least one great grandparent who was a professional gardener. Diana is a founding member of Peace Church.

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