Two weeks ago in a posting titled, “Prayer changes things . . . but not everything,” I wrote that “a farmer could dig up snow and push seeds into the frozen ground but no matter how much faith he has he won’t reap potatoes.”
Since posting it, this sentence has haunted me. I used it to illustrate that there’s a time to plant, and it isn’t when the ground is frozen, and a time to reap . . . but my illustration was faulty. Seeds, even those planted in frozen soil contain life. When the sun warms and rain falls a seed planted out of season will take root.
Seeds are resilient. Two thousand year-old seeds discovered in long-forgotten clay pots, planted and watered, have sprouted in Israel. Seeds are distributed by wind . . . maple keys have little wings that carry them long distances from the mother tree. Birds eat seeds in their winter homes and deposit them on their journeys. Floods uproot seeds and sail them to new locations.
Once, an infant morning glory showed up in my side flower bed. It wound its way upward and through the fence boards and blessed me with a glorious crop of blue trumpets. I did nothing to deserve this blessing but allow a little sprout a few inches of my garden’s soil. He paid me back a hundred fold and more.
Perhaps you’ve planted seed that hasn’t grown . . . yet. Maybe not tomorrow, not when you expect it or when you’ve planned for it but in His time, an appointed time, dew from Heaven will water your precious long-forgotten seeds and cause them to flourish.
“Let us not lose heart . . . for at the appointed season we shall reap if we do not loosen and relax our courage.” Galatians 6:9