Yesterday, hundreds of seeds passed through my dirty hands. I was thrilled to be planting in the sunshine. One of my favorite activities is planting in the springtime. The birds sing new songs. Each moment, some new sprout of green thrills my soul. I enjoy winter, but it is a visual and auditory wasteland. The brilliance of the fresh green feeds my soul every year.
I cannot help but marvel at what comes from a seed. Some of the seeds that made their way through my hands were almost too small to even recognize. Yet, they will become such beautiful, aromatic, and helpful plants.
It makes me think, what kinds of seeds pass through my hands every single day?
Are my hands always clean, keeping to myself, not working? Or is there hard-earned dirt under my nails, working to plant as many seeds as I can before it’s too late?
What kinds of seeds am I planting?
Are they thorn bushes?
Are they flowers?
What am I planting?
I think we all plant seeds, every single day, whether we know it or not. What kinds of seeds do we plant?
I don’t ever want to harm a single soul. There’s too much of that in the world. There are too many words that have been said, or unsaid. Too many grudges. Too much unnecessary strife. It hurts my heart.
I always want to be able to be wrong. To apologize. To forgive. To let things go. To even be slighted and let it pass. Those are all seeds that, not to sound cliché, but the world desperately needs. My very own world needs it.
Unfortunately, I cannot control the seeds others plant. I can only plant my own.
This life is not pretty. It’s hard. It’s messy. Things happen unexpectedly. Things don’t go the way they’re supposed to. We get bombarded. We get mad. We get cut off in traffic by a supposed moron. We get hurt. We get disappointed. We get busy. That’s the way this life is.
I also think what we spend most of our time on tends to be the seeds we plant, whether we know it or not. Are we pursuing good things? Things we should be spending our time on? Or are we knee deep in the bogs of anger, jealousy, looking at others? How do you spend most of your time? Is that related to the seeds you plant?
I want to look at my life like I looked so carefully at those seeds. The oregano and chamomile seeds were the most astonishing. How can anything come from something so small?
And then I ask myself, how can anything come from something I plant in my life that is so small?
Keep planting with me, y’all. Even the most small, insignificant seed can make such a huge impact – good or bad. It can grow into something so beautiful, or something incredibly harmful. It can be planted for good, or it can continue the destructive path that is at its root. This is grossly understated, but it is so true.
Let your fingernails get dirty. Reach out and sow something beautiful. Make a choice with every seed you plant. Be very deliberate with each of your moments. You will never be able to take them back. And none of us know how much longer we have here.
Grow something magnificent.
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