Sowing Seeds

 

 

I watched as my daughter dropped the corn seeds into the dirt.   A dried up kernel.  Buried.  I thought how amazing it is that this small yellow bit of nothing would, if given time and the necessary things of life, grow into a large stalk and would bear many, many kernels.   But this one kernel first must be covered with dirt.

We spent the day sowing seeds, the kids and I.  We buried, hoping for growth.  Believing that one would turn into many…

I thought this evening about how God gives us so much.  That He takes the little we offer, the one dried up seed, and grows it so tall.  I thought how we must be buried, we must die.

I think this post from A Holy Experience says it well…