While winter may not yet be over, it has at least granted a bit of respite. We had three days of sunshine with temperatures climbing all the way to fifty before the rain came. It’s easier now to think that spring is not too long away. Easier to think of gardening.
I have always been fascinated by the miracle of seeds. As a young kid, I helped plant our garden in southwestern Kentucky. Later, I helped with planting the farm crops. Still later, I planted my own gardens. Always, I waited a bit impatiently for the first showing of the plants.
Even though the first two or four leaves looked nothing like the later leaves, I knew that the beans would soon show their heart-shaped leaves and the corn would turn tiny first signs into long blades. It seemed impossible that these fragile sprouts could ever turn into anything of note. Eventually, though, the plants would tower over me and the green beans would twine their way up the stalks.
In the blooming, both vine and stalk began to form seeds of the very nature from which they had sprouted. Even in my youthful impatience, I knew that time would yield what we had planted. Always, we harvested beans from beans, corn from corn, melon from melon. Never did we plant cockleburs and reap roasting ears. Nor did we ever pull muskmelons off of milkweed.
The refreshing and delicious fruits of the Spirit are harvested when we sow after the Spirit. The seeds of peace and patience, goodness and kindness will yield the fruits of their kind.