Tuesday, August 11, 2020

Dear God,

From a tiny seed, flowers, plants, trees, vegetables and fruits, even humans take root and grow.  It is a miracle, every time it is a miracle.  I learned that lesson again as I sat in the dirt at Spiller Farm picking green beans.  I examined the plants and saw tiny white flowers, the beginning of growth and then I plucked the beans and put them in my sack.  Later at home I canned those beans to cook on a cold, wintry day a few months from now.

Without faith we often miss the miracle of every day living.  We take so much for granted.  We are blinded to wondrous events all around us.  We look at creation and go, "Oh well..."  We forget the ways the cosmos is designed, painted and shaped daily.  Truly, it is a miracle.

As I canned the beans, I whispered prayers, O Lord, prayers of thanksgiving for the color of the bean, the texture and the way it snaps when I break them for the canning jar.  And the taste, oh so good.  Miracle, yes indeed, a miracle.

Thank you,

Father Creation,

for the gift

of green beans.

Thank you

for the soil

that holds them

while they grow,

for the sun

that warms them

and the rain

that feeds them.

Thank you

for the miracle!

Love, Andrea