Sunday, March 13, 2016

March 13 – “Sowing machine”

I am sore today.  The kind of sore that has wormed its way unto the nether reaches of the realm of body parts I didn’t even know I had.  And why would this be so?  What possible reason could exist for inflicting such displeasure upon my person?

It was the flower bed.  We worked yesterday to clear out one whole flower bed in the front yard.  That task usually takes four or five days if Chris does it alone.  But together we hammered it out.  We were a sowing machine, so to speak.  Well, not exactly sowing.  We weren’t planting anything.  More pulling weeds and bagging up the sycamore leaves that have provided ground cover for the winter.  And tugging on dollar grass.  You never really get rid of dollar grass.  It’s roots are endless.  It has a peaceful coexistence treaty with the other plants that allows it to wrap its roots around and through the most difficult of spaces.

Speaking of other plants, we uncovered what looks to be a tomato plant returning on its own from last year’s crop.  Maybe a bell pepper as well.  We also uncovered some more Easter lilies.  Well, Mother’s Day lilies, to be more accurate.  We have yet to have one bloom on Easter. 

Actually, Chris had an ulterior motive for doing that particular task yesterday.  It was so Cailyn and she could plant some flower seeds that Mrs. Betty gave her.  Cailyn is quite the little farmer.  She made several rows in the dirt with a spade and carefully placed each seed in its proper spot.  And all without getting even a little bit dirty.  Well, maybe a little bit, but she did wash her hands right away.  Gotta avoid that extra bath at all costs, you know.  So I guess in the end we did do some planting of a crop.  That’s sowing.  So with Cailyn in the mix we did indeed become the sowing machine.

Revelation 7:10 says, “And they cried out in a loud voice: ‘Salvation belongs to our God,
who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb.’”


Father, grow those seeds so Cailyn can see again your miracle of new live from buried seeds.  Amen.

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