Faith of a Mustard Seed

Spring is on its way. Spring with its promise of all things green,is my favorite time of year. Those first warm days that make you
think of hot summer nights. There is hope in the air. I get excited at each sign that my yard is waking up. Small bulbs, planted years ago are struggling out of the hard ground. If it does snow, it melts quickly.

Today I will plant pansies in a few of my pots on the front porch and maybe one or two renoculous. My favorites! They are a glorious precursor of what is to come Later in the spring I will plant seeds in the ground by my trellis. They will be scarlett bean and morning glory vines. They start out just a small seed in the ground. I nurture them and care for them and then I wait. A week, or two?
Maybe - then one day I wake up, go outside and see a little string of green and then the next day several more strings. They look a little pathetic at first, sometimes needing a bit of twine to hold them up. The vines seem very frail at first. I must be careful with them or they will break. Each day as they grow I start twisting them around each other. The singular vine from each seed is getting stronger and then as I twist them together they gain in strenth. Somedays I go outside to see how my vines are doing and they seem to have grown a foot overnight. They get more full and become bushier.

After about six weeks I start noticing a flower starting to form within the leaves - This is when my excitement really starts setting in. I have enjoyed watching these plants grow from tiny seeds. The whole process. I have experienced the miracle of watching the seeds from the beginning and go through the stages. To struggle to grow through the hard ground, to grow taller and bushier, finally to bloom! Oh beautiful blooms in all different colors, deep purple, bright fuscia, startling white, perwinkle blue. Different colors, but climbing up the same post of my trellis. It is a miracle.

I think of my concerns and worries for my family . I must have faith. I have planted the seeds, I took care of them all the best I could, they are all different, but oh so beautiful. The process is the same, and the miracle always happens. I would never go a day without taking care of my plants. How grateful I am for spring, to remind me. I just have to look outside to be reminded that Heavenly Father will help me accomplish anything. It is His promise. I just have to plant the seed, do the work, have the faith. He will take care of the rest.