You gather a handful of seed, God’s seed, and scatter it wide.
You purposely plant; you carefully cultivate.
Some seed falls among rocks,
Some amidst thorny patches
Or on the hardened roadside.But, by faith, you dip into God’s seed basket again and again.
Often the seed lands on good ground—with promise of harvest.
In time, misty shoots and sun-drenched leaves of faith
Begin their journey upward.Tightly closed buds burst
Into fragrant bright blossoms
And the ripening fruit of the Spirit.
Carries your handfuls far beyond this field,
Past the ground you see
To soils beyond your human reach.
I tend the garden
You planted in my heart.
*Based on the Parable of the Sower in Matthew 13
|Mom with her girls, Barb and Sarah, Easter 2013|