I was sitting on my porch looking out into the yard where I threw new grass seed. I smiled as I thought about the seeds taking root underground. I sent them a little prayer… a blessing.
I find it interesting that so often I think of the dark, underground parts of life as something I need to avoid. But this morning, I thought of the dark, underground places as the very spots where there is nourishment. That small space of time I need to gather my faith and hope so I can spring up with new growth. And maybe… Just maybe.. what comes forth is something worth having!