Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Three of my sunflower seeds broke ground yesterday.
I planted 14 seeds 2 weeks and 2 days ago. It felt like so long since I had planted them that I was beginning to believe that they would never grow.
If you read my post "Building Camelot" you know what the sunflowers mean to me.
In the weeks after my Grandfather died, ordering those seeds and digging the beds for them brought me great comfort.
These are not just flowers to me. These are Hope in seed form.
Somehow, with water and dirt, these tiny seeds have grown into a living thing. It's such a miracle. In a few months, they will be taller than I am- and they live off of sunlight! It sounds like a fairy tale.
Sometimes I marvel at the world God has made.
I wrote a Haiku to honor the tiny sunflower plants' birthday. I read it to them and sang "Happy Birthday."
A bursting green bud
Breaking through the dark wet soil
My sunflower seed grows hope.
I have to resist the urge to help the seedlings along; I want to reach out and brush the dirt off of them and lift their leaves out of the ground. But I know I shouldn't. They need to struggle so that they will grow strong. They need to fight to live or they will never grow tall.
I wonder if this is how God feels about us? He would like to spare us the pain and the struggle, but He won't, because He knows we need the fight, or we will never blossom.
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