Seeds of Faith

There is a little girl who lives down the street from us named Lucy.  She loves flowers, and her mom and dad help her grow tons and tons of wildflowers in their yard every summer.  Last fall, when the flowers died, Lucy patiently collected some of the seeds and put them in a baggie for me.  She and her dad brought them up the street and gave them to me.  In June, when Alli and Madison and Taya and Carson came from Delaware to visit us, we took Lucy's seeds outside and planted them.  We left Carson inside with mom, because he just crawls around and eats the dirt.  But Alli and Madison and Taya each carefully planted some of Lucy's seeds.

Soil and sunshine and rain and a lot of faith, a summer of growing (just like Alli and Madison and Taya and Carson, and Lucy too, I'm sure) - by the end of the summer we had some bright, cheery flowers in our back yard!  I've saved the seeds from some of them.  They are in a baggie.  Maybe in the spring, I'll give some to Lucy and mail some to Delaware for the Maynerich kids to plant in their yard.  Seeds of faith.

By the time those seed have had a summer to grow, we'll be back in Delaware to pick them.  We aren't ready to talk about that yet.  I cry every time I even think about it.  My heartstrings have so many places and faces that pull on them here in Utah.  Looking back over the past two years, I see the seeds of faith that we packed in our Expedition and drove out here with.  I see how we planted them, and watered them and gave them lots of sunshine and tons of faith, and now we have this beautiful garden full of missionaries, and friends, and memories that we've made here.  Pulling up roots is going to be tough.  Time goes too quickly.  But our seeds of faith will always grow, no matter where we plant them.  Thank you, Lucy,