The Seed Knows Its Purpose
This word seed keeps "appearing" in my consciousness lately. I love the whole concept of the seed. I've heard, as many of you have, about if we have the faith of the tiniest of seeds, the mustard seed, we can move mountains. I've been toying with this idea, rolling it around in my head like I'd roll a caramel around in my mouth. Tasting it and trying it on for size.
My experience with seeds, especially as I've tried my hand at gardening, is that once germinated, these tiny representatives of their grown up form, require very little effort to be removed from the earth, as their roots are fragile and frail. They have no strength to withstand the slightest tug. But left in the care of Mother Earth, perhaps with a little help from human hands, they grow, grow, grow until finally they burst forth in all their brilliance. Then dislodging them sometimes requires feats of strength.
I am that seed.
Watch me grow!!!!
My experience with seeds, especially as I've tried my hand at gardening, is that once germinated, these tiny representatives of their grown up form, require very little effort to be removed from the earth, as their roots are fragile and frail. They have no strength to withstand the slightest tug. But left in the care of Mother Earth, perhaps with a little help from human hands, they grow, grow, grow until finally they burst forth in all their brilliance. Then dislodging them sometimes requires feats of strength.
I am that seed.
Watch me grow!!!!
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