In spite of all the farmer’s work and worry, he can’t reach down to where the seed is slowly transmuted into summer. The earth bestows.
~Rainer Maria Rilke
Indeed, we can only plant the seed.
The rest is up to soil, sun and rain. Weeding and worrying may give us something to do while we wait, but summer and harvest depends on grace, not on us.
Next week, all three of our adult children will be together again for a short summer stay at home, along with an anticipated visit of two women very special in our sons’ lives. The seeds we planted over two decades ago, nurtured by light and living water and the Word, are slowly transmuting to summer, to be savored rich and sweet in a blessing of abundance.
The Creator bestows and we are so very grateful.