Saturday, May 10, 2014

I Believe in Seeds

I Believe in Seeds

              You would think, that in the thirty years that I have existed on this beautifully lush planet, that at some point I would have at least taken the time to grow some kind of vegetation; perhaps a fancily jarred pot of basil, a sweet daisy or two, some oregano ...or even a plain old tomato for crying out loud?!! But no, contrary to popular belief, even being the avid salad eater that I am, I have never grown a plant. As a matter of fact, those once in a lifetime white, long- stemmed, expensive Roses I got for Mothers Day last year, lasted about three freaking days. Sad, but true; I just don’t have a green thumb. It’s in me somewhere I know it, but as for now, I’ll just accept the fact that my thumb is too busy wiping butts and scrubbing stains to be determined that it is any color. I am sure it’s an insult to my small town Grandmother, who spent most of her lifetime farming filled peas, or even to my husband who was positive that he married the next Martha Stewart, but well, it is what it is: I have never grown a plant. And while, I have sadly never actually planted any type of... anything really?... I still know how to grow one, and I still believe in seeds.

                I’m sure I learned somewhere around the age of five that when you put a seed into some dirt, I mean soil, and add a little sunshine and rain, that- that something will grow..............................................


........ If I’m not mistaken somewhere in that process is the word “wha-lahh!”, and it is at that point that the reward of the planting, and nurturing process are unveiled! Oh the power of seeds. They bring forth such wonderful miracles. How amazing that something so miniscule can change and grow into something so wondrous! 

                                                                   Isn’t it amazing?!

         While planting seeds in the dirt may not have been my forte in life, I still know a thing or two about how to grow them. As a matter of fact, seventeen months and 5 days ago the best seed I’ve ever known was planted IN me. With less of a “wha- lahh” and more of a “ whaaa- whaaa” sound, an 8 pound 12 ounce, blacked haired little baby boy unveiled himself  to this world, and was placed gently into my clumsy un-Motherly arms. How could it be, that this once tiny seed in me, was now a living breathing functioning human? With rosy red cheeks, and wildly curly hair, that “once upon a time” seedling amazingly grew inside of me.
                Do you ever wonder? Why the Lord chose seeds? Why did the human race come to pass through such little minuscule grain like things? Why didn’t the human race just come to existence by way of command?  I mean, to be honest my hips could have legitimately spared a few pounds... I mean seriously, Heavenly Father could have just thrown us into this world, but of all ways, our Heavenly Father chose to bring about society, by growing people... inside of people?!! Have you ever thought about that?!

             From those first twelve repulsive weeks of nauseated pregnancy, to the dreadful miracle of birth, I have often wondered why and how that once, tiny dot on paper, grew inside of me. I suppose these seeds that are innately planted in us, are there to teach us of one thing, and that is of him: the Father, the Creator, and the Master. How else could we understand his matchless power? For it is through his seeds that we practice our faith. It is through his seeds, that we are able to understand the power of our Heavenly father, and it is through his seeds that we are allowed a portion of the power of creation.


                How astounding that our almighty father in Heaven has lent us the power to create! Not only has he designed us as humans to carry his literal seed, he has given us everything that we ever needed to survive in this world, by giving us seeds!!! Oh the wonder of seeds, and how we must care for them. For it is through tiny, microscopic seeds that the Lord reveals himself to us. 

              And well, from the fresh Atlanta trees, to the perfectly wrinkled newborn children born every mili-second, of every hour, of every day...

                                                                 I believe in seeds.

                                                                  - Heather Parker


HAPPY MOTHERS DAY! 









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