Yesterday, I planted for the first time, this season. I've decided to make a lettuce garden. This picture is of my lettuce seedlings.
In a sense, a garden is a miracle. Plants, flowers, and human beings, although not there, will be. They are enfolded within, waiting to sprout. Doesn't it touch you?
Each of us is like a plant. We participate in some way in the plans of God. There is an identity within us that is continually unfolding. I watched this begin during my planting, this morning.
Det vitae remedium
Jesus nobis, flos vernalis
May Jesus give us redeeming life
He Who is a spring flower.
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