A couple of weeks ago, I planted the tomato and basil plants that Adam sent me in the mail. I was a little nervous about planting them because I wasn’t sure if I would be able to get them to grow as I’ve never actually grown anything from a seed before. Unless you count my pumpkin patch when I was tiny but that was my parents doing more than me.
Every day I’ve been looking at them, trying to find any hint of growth in them. Each night I’d be a little disappointed that I didn’t see anything growing.
Well, I had a pleasant surprise yesterday. I went out onto the breezeway to give them a little water and check on their progress and I found a little green sprout pushing out in one of the pots. I was so excited that I took a picture of it and sent it to him. I was so pleased with myself and he was so proud of me for being able to grow it. I told him I hope it and the others will continue to grow, to which he replied “Silly, you’re already doing a good job, you’re doing it all by yourself.” I glowed with the praise because I want him to be proud of me.
There is some sort of accomplishment to growing something from a seed. It starts out as a tiny thing and for a while, you see nothing and then all of a sudden, a little green pushes out. You think it’s so tiny and it won’t get anywhere, but it continues to grow and then it produces the vegetables you were hoping to grow. It’s a good accomplishment, a great feeling.
It’s kind of like when God helps us to grow. We start off small, and even though it doesn’t feel like it, He gently waters us and gives us sunshine so that we can reach for the sun and grow and bear fruit for the world. The world is beautiful because we are in it.
*Photo Credit: Ashley Eveland.