Last week I poured out onto my palm some lettuce seeds from a little packet, then after that arugula seed, kale, then radish and spinach seeds. I marveled at how unique these tiny kernels were. Each kind so different from the next package I opened.
The kale seeds were dark pinpoints, the radish little weightless white balls, and the spinach had an irregular oddness which looked nothing like what it will become according to the package picture. I carefully planned where each should root. I had prepared the soil; but I was sort of dreaming as I am not much of a gardener. This is an act of faith really for anyone — you sprinkle them in the dirt and then you wait. How do such tiny things hold so much promise, it’s almost like magic! Now, only a week later I am seeing a couple of these varieties coming up! This is a top view of the Kale I started. (woops correction this is the arugula)
The monotype which I highlight here and above relates; it is more a side view, a top to bottom slice of this same encouraging wonder: this miracle that tiny seedlings represent as they take root in mud. Pictured here is a core sample of growing things layered in the earth. Small, barely seen bits hold little weight in the world’s economy of measure, are easily dismissed, yet can have a direct relationship to big results. Full plants have not yet become visible above these fragile roots in my section depiction. But there’s a lot of atmospheric movement happening here. There’s a dynamic reality between fragility and surety, between heaven and earth, between night and day, between earth wind water and seedling, between start and fullness, between prayer and answer. Guaranteed and all of it is witness to promise.
Not only because it is Spring now, but because real hope is always possible with the Creator of the sun, the cosmos and the earth that I post this. Even and maybe especially as there is so much turmoil on the earth: wars and lies, boastings, bombings and intrigue abound, making urgent headlines. However also every day there is growth happening, and I am seeing evidence of it. There are surprising awakenings happening, healings, repentances and gatherings of goods going to those suffering, courage standing against the lies, rescues and comfort. I celebrate these things, am giving these things my attention. And I invite you to look around. The Maker of every soul and every seed is good, and He is uniquely at work.
One of the very last Hebrew prophets, Zechariah (paralleling many signs which culminate in Revelation) assured the same, saying “Who has despised the day of small things?” for “the eyes of the Lord range to and fro throughout the earth” over all that He has made. Join Him in the planting and the waiting.
I find this to be very encouraging, thank you Mary!
me too Fred! Thanks for letting me know too!