In my search for faith I planted a garden. It will ground me and teach me to wait and hope, I thought. It will teach me to believe again in the seasons of life.
That seed doesn’t grow the day it is planted
That some things have to be buried and die before they rise and grow
That a small seed can be glorious fruit because there is potential in all things
That there is no joy like the feeling of soil under your feet. No caress sweeter than soil in your hand
That toil bears results. That good things come to those who wait. That you can’t hurry some things along.
That rain is a blessing not a distraction.
That slowing down to tend to something outside yourself is the most nourishing act of all.