We started seeds in egg cartons during one of my favorite MOPS meetings this year. Planting seeds is sort of like planting hope to me. You plant something small, believing if it receives what it needs to thrive, it'll turn into something great. Sometimes you can't see the growth and you wonder if your tiny seed is growing. Rain comes and then sunshine. One day, you step out and see how that tiny seed has sprouted into something beautiful. Even if it didn't look like it was thriving, it was. You just couldn't see it.
Over the last few weeks, those little seeds from our MOPS meeting have thrived and their roots have been stretching out beyond the small egg cartons they called home. As the cartons sagged with moisture and roots begged for more space, I wondered where I should plant these little seedlings. We have just about a month left here. My garden will soon no longer be mine. We laugh because we don't know where we'll live. We know we won't be homeless and we know that God has a big awesome plan, but we're still waiting on the plan to be revealed.
What I do know is we wanted this and when you pray for something and it starts happening, you don't complain. You pull out your sense of humor and look at the big, crazy situation as a wild adventure. Right now, as I begin to pack boxes, call on rentals and even look into the rates at a RV park, I just can't help but crack up. This is truly a crazy adventure.
Paisley and I ended up transplanting those tiny pumpkins, zucchinis, cucumbers and squash plants on Sunday afternoon. Since we won't be here much longer, we planted just a little less than half in pots and planted the rest for the family who's buying our home.
A tiny portable garden doesn't feel ideal right now, but I'm reminding myself this is only temporary and it can actually be really special to plant a garden for another family.
If I ever want a larger garden, I think I need to be okay with planting a garden for someone else first. It all goes back to being faithful in the small things. Planting for someone else, living in a small house or even an RV for a short time, changing a diaper with a smile, reading the same books over and over. Learning how to do the daily things with great joy, before ever expecting something better.
I think God looks for the people who have mastered the small things, before giving them more.
Small things we've been enjoying....
Fresh herbs outside the coop.
Do not think that love in order to be genuine has to be extraordinary. What we need is to love without getting tired. Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies.