My pumpkin patch continues to amaze me. A single seed! Planted in compost because we tossed a rotting pumpkin out like garbage! Something we don’t tend or care for!
And yet! This one, for context, is about the size of a large toaster oven.
I think of letting God in—even a little bit, like a tiny seed of surrender—and what He makes from it, no matter what the conditions, no matter how rotted our heart.
