My roots dig deeply into Indiana soil.
South Bend isn’t exactly rural, but my calling to bear fruit resonates deeply.
“I chose you and appointed you so that you might go and bear fruit—fruit that will last.” John 15:16
And so I plant seeds.
Parenting is planting.
Planting tiny dried up bits of seeds. They seem so insignificant.
Countless ordinary moments.
I teach math and manners.
Self-control and serving.
I encourage quietness and forgiveness.
Prayer and perseverance.
And in the hidden soil of their hearts mystery lurks. I have no idea what’s happening in there.
Is the Master Gardener nurturing a soft, quiet servant heart? Is He watering and weeding a bold leader? Will the branches stretch overseas to a people that thirst for good news? Will the leaves grow thick and shelter hurt ones close to home?
We plant, and we water.
But God gives the growth.
Master Gardener, we pray for the mysterious miracle of growth.
Only the warm breath of God can coax life out of a tiny bit of hardness.
Only His life can shoot growth into wisps of roots that grow deeper and stronger.
Only His love can lure tender, green stems to reach up for warmth. And slowly, slowly absorb the nutrients of His word to grow a faithful trunk and strong branches.
Until one day they bear the miracle of fruit themselves.
And the legacy continues.
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