Isaac spied a wisher as we wheeled our way toward Abby's school this afternoon. I plucked it and handed it to him, and he blew and blew and blew, scattering the wispy seeds into the great, not-so-wild unknown of a nearby street. When we arrived at the school, he presented his open palm, upon which rested the miniscule survivor of his effort:
As he shared his master plan of planting the seed in our yard, I silently reflected, for the millionth time in my life, on how utterly amazing a simple seed is. So much potential, so much hope, so much beauty, locked away inside an itty bitty, unassuming shell. Certainly one of God's greatest mysteries and blessings.
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