Joshua and Hannah are obsessed with planting things right now. Pots of seeds line our front steps and "imaginary gardens" (bald spots where the kids have plucked the grass in order to display the dirt) dot the yard. Unfortunately, whatever sprouts the deer don't eat at night, Maggie pulls by day. I'm not sure if we'll have any green growth to show for all the kids' hard work, but I'm applauding their initiative at the moment.
Today, Joshua surrendered the trowel and potting soil for his toolbox and a mound of dried out dirt. While I occupied Maggie on the swingset, my youngest son measured, hammered, and sawed the brittle earth with his plastic tools. He poked holes in the ground with screw drivers, demolished dirt clods with wrenches and studied the soil with a flashlight. He hauled buckets of water to his work spot, jumped up and down in the puddles he'd created and screamed for assistance when he accidently uncovered a worm.
Over lunch, I asked Josh what he'd been doing in the dirt all morning.
"Making my garden," he murmered as he took a swig of chocolate milk.
"Oh?" I inquired. "What did you plant?"
"Matoes, corn, beans, and mittens," he replied with pride.
Perhaps we'll get a crop of something after all... last I checked, the deer in our neighborhood don't munch on mittens!
Today's Treasure : "Plant the good seeds of righteousness, and you will harvest a crop of love. Plow up the hard ground of your hearts, for now is the time to seek the Lord, that he may come and shower righteousness upon you."-Hosea 10:12
I am a lover of Jesus Christ, a seeker of abundant life, and a freelance writer and speaker. I’ve got a handful of children, a home full of laughter and a life full of noise. I’m the frequent hostess of kitchen-floor dance contests, meal time talk-a-thons and dirty laundry campaigns. I love the sound of my children’s laughter, the feeling of my husband’s hand in mine, and the smell of fresh-brewed coffee. I make my home in the Midwest where tulips bloom and neighbors smile. While my laundry baskets are NEVER empty, my soul sometimes is. When all is said and done, I don’t want my minivan to be the only thing crammed to capacity. I want a soul that’s filled to the brim, too. I want to live the life Jesus dreamed for me when he declared, "I have come that (you) may have life, and have it to the full" (John 10:10). As I do, I hope to splatter my world with joy and leave puddles of faith in my wake.