My parents have a large garden on some land they have in northern Georgia. Yesterday, we went to visit them there to pick pumpkins. These are the very same pumpkins that the kids planted themselves way back when frost was still on the ground. It was exciting to say the least. There is just something indescribable about starting with a tiny seed and ending up with a fat and fabulous orange pumpkin.
Hmm…you know what I’m thinking? Of course, you do. That is how Jesus is planted in our lives and the lives of others. It all starts with a tiny seed. Then growth begins until finally it comes to fruition. My kids were fortunate. They got to see the seeds they planted grow to their full potential. Many times, we plant seeds in the lives of others and we do not get to see the fruits of our labor. Other times, someone else has planted the seed, and we are merely the water and the rain that helps it grow. Again, we may never see that seed grow to produce fruit. The job of the planter and the one who nourishes are still important, though.