The rain came hard and steady one night, with force I imagined would bruise plants as small as the ones we planted. The next morning, we checked on the tiny plants to find them standing strong and tall, new flowers budding from their little leaves.
Then, I noticed something even more shocking than the plants that withstood the storm. The seeds had sprung up and sprouted tiny green leaves. They had pushed their way up to the light of day!
I found myself boggled by the miracle of a seed.
That all of the life and potential of a pumpkin…
a grand pumpkin…
was in that seed.
Recently, we received a letter from Heidi* who knows the power of a seed.
The night we met her in the strip club, a seed was planted—a tiny seed, in the form of a gift and a message that she is valuable and worthy of love. The life and potential of that seed sprung up, and today, Heidi is walking in her value.