Back in the spring a neighbor planted sunflower seeds in the gardens of many of the neighbors. They have grown tall and provided smiles throughout the summer.
Now it is fall …
Though still very tall, their stalks thick and strong, their heads are hanging, heavy with seeds that birds have begun to pick. Their petals drying into a crepey texture. The florets, who cover the seeds and provide the yellow or brown center color drying into weightlessness and blown into the air by the autumn winds.
Gotta say, as I stood looking at one the other day I found myself relating to this green giant in so many ways.
I decided to cut one down, for it was done in every way.
Though its florets had already all blown away, though it’s petals were a dry crepey mess, though it’s leaves were faded and sagging and, over all, it had seen better days …
it was heavy with seeds.
what possibility …
Those two words came to mind as I lifted the flower head from the ground.
Even now, in the autumn of a sunflower’s life, life remains in the seeds.
Within all of us are seeds that we sprinkle throughout our life. Some get planted, others blown away, other stolen by birds, some packed away in the dark. Yet, we all have the seeds to share, and we can share them right up until our final breath.
That is our only task, to share the seeds that give hope, possibility.
It is only God … ONLY God, who can make them grow.
So neither the one who plants nor the one who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things grow.
1 Corinthians 3:7
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