When Faith Looks A Lot Like Farming
I planted a seed today. Not a real seed that will bring forth something edible, but I certainly hope there will be fruit. And I desperately hope it will be beautiful.
I planted the seed of an idea.
Emily Freeman wrote beautiful and brave about her seed planting in her email A Note from the Bench. (If you’ve never read her words, head here. I always get her email and think I don’t have time, but then I read it and see how thirsty I was for what she wrote.) She inspired me to think differently.
I have this journal. My mom got it for me, knowing my heart as only a mama can. The cover reads, “Someday these words will make me famous.”
And I never wrote in it. For years I left the pages blank because it was such a bold proclamation and I wasn’t ready and what if I’m wrong and I am that girl could only wear her Wednesday socks on Wednesday, so the pages sat empty.
Until they didn’t.
Until I decided that I could write ideas. I could use this journal as a place for thoughts and notes and book titles and post ideas. I could write whatever I wanted on those pages.
And since I read Emily’s note, I see my notes in a whole new way. These musings, thoughts, broken fragments, these are my seeds. Some will grow into something beautiful and fruitful. Some will not. And that is the life of a farmer.
I’ve said for years I wanted to live on a farm. Those who love me reminded me of how much I dislike being dirty, or smelly, or getting up early, or manual labor, for that matter. But the truth is I do live on a farm.
I’ve always lived so much in my head, I shouldn’t be surprised that my farm is there, too.
I have a job to do. I have the seed of an idea, so many seeds in fact. And I plant them. Faithful. Faith-full. I let them rest in the dark places that no one else can see and I work with them. I tend them when it makes no sense. I feed them and care for them until maybe I see a shoot spring up.
We are all called to be faith-full. We all have things we need to plant and let germinate in the dirt while we do the work believing there is a purpose. And maybe, just maybe, we’ll get to see the shoot spring forth, see that seed grow and become something beautiful and fruitful.
Plant your seed today and be faith-full.
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About Becky Hastings
I am emotional and logical. I am strong and dependent. I am a juxtaposition of head and heart exploring it all through writing. And in all my mixed-up ways I am loved. I'm here to tell you that you are, too. Just the way you are.