Wednesday, January 19, 2011
To Be a Seed is to Know
"Unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone;
but if it dies, it bears much fruit." John 12:24
In late winter, often with snow still on the ground, I carry packets of annual Larkspur and Forget- Me- Not seeds in my pockets as I am puttering about in the gardens. With my index finger I press the little black capsules of life down in loose spots of soil. I like planting them here and there to create the rambling, cottage style gardens that I adore.
It is desirable to plant them while it is cold. They need the nip of frost to crack their tough shells. They also only sprout in the dark so I push each one of them down into a tomb of soil and cover them with a grave-blanket of leaves and moss.
As I do this I am reminded that sometimes we humans, just like some seeds, will only sprout after a time of cold and dark. The dark days are not for nothing but prepare us to bloom sturdily, in our season, as The Creator longs for us to bloom. I must remember in the midst of my long, cold winters that the winters of the heart, just like in the garden, are preordained to melt away at last, into jubilant springs.
Dear Lord, help me remember when the winds of life seem harsh and cruel that I am not alone but you are with me, help me to realize that the cold and the dark serve a purpose, new life is their reward and to know in my heart that you Lord are nourishing the seed that is me in the darkness. Amen