The Garden

Oct 19

As a child, growing up in Iowa, I was delighted when winter was over and I could finally shed my heavy boots to run barefoot and carefree in the freshly tilled soil of the garden. I knew that space contained so many possibilities and I looked forward to planting the seeds that we had saved from the previous year’s harvest and to opening those in the brightly colored pouches that we had purchased from the local hardware store! The garden was my happy place. I danced and sang as my toes sank into the soft, cool black soil. The sensations of the earth made my heart feel light and brought hope for the future.

This truth is spoken into the depths of heart in Hebrews 11:1. “Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” Even as a child, I knew that the substance of that earth I put my toes in, gave me hope for the unseen seeds that would be planted and would grow to produce a harvest.