When I was a boy growing up we had several gardens around our old house. The largest one of all was used just for growing potatoes. I can still remember those potato planting days. The whole family helped.
After my Dad had tilled the soil, my Mom, brothers, and I went to work. It was my job to drop the little seed potatoes in the rows while my Mom dropped handfuls of fertilizer
beside them. My brothers then covered them all with the freshly turned earth.
For months afterward I would glance over at the garden while I played outside and wonder what was going on underneath the ground. When the harvest
time came I was amazed at the huge size of the potatoes my Dad pulled out of the soil.
Those little seedlings had grown into bushels and bushels of sweet sustenance.
They would be turned into meal after meal of baked potatoes, mashed potatoes, fried potatoes, and my personal favorite: potatoes slowed cooked in spaghetti
They would keep the entire
family well fed throughout the whole year. It truly was a miracle
Thinking back on those special times makes me wonder how many other seeds I have planted in this life that have grown unseen in the hearts and minds of others.
How many times has God used some little thing that I said or did to grow something beautiful? How many times has Heaven used these little seedlings to provide another’s soul with sweet sustenance?
I hope then that you always tend the garden around you with care. I hope that you plant only goodness, peace, and compassion
in the lives of everyone you meet. I hope that everyday you help miracles to grow.