I continue to marvel at the wonder of spring. I miss having young children and watching them plant a garden. So much faith goes into the ground with that little seed. Even though I tried to explain it to them, I know they couldn't fully understand the nutrients in the soil that would be soaked up into the seed once the seed was watered. Nor how the seed would take those nutrients, add to them the warmth from the sun, and shed it's hard shell, send out a root, and then begin to reach for the light somewhere above the darkness of the surrounding earth.

Oh how often I feel so surrounded by the darkness, even though it is providing me nutrients for growth. I fight to crack open the shell of character weaknesses that keep me trapped, and send out a root that will keep me grounded in goodness. I struggle to push and push and push toward the light, trusting that it will be there and once I find it, I will really begin to grow.