There are always two weeks of skeptical waiting.
I follow Matt along the edge of the garden where we do a lot of squinting, trying to identify if that is a blade of grass or possibly the first green onion shoot.
Just a blade of grass, I say.
No sign of spinach, basil or potatoes either.
Me, ever dramatic: It will be a miracle if one single plant even comes out of the ground.
Matt, ever giving hope: I think it will be probably more of a miracle if not one single seed you planted comes up.
That was several days ago. Sure enough, today I see the most fragile beginnings of green onions, some promising spinach plants, and the bushy look of potatoes.
We walk along the edge of these days we put in as moms, and the time we spend volunteering, and the quiet time we spend with Bibles in our laps every morning, and we are tired and skeptical. It will be a miracle if one single good thing comes of this.
Oh, certainly it will be more of a miracle if not one single good thing grows out of all these little seeds we plant and water and wait for every day.
“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” (Galatians 6:9 NIV)
Rewards for our work are coming -even if they haven’t pushed up where we can see ’em quite yet.