I think my problem was (is) I know how it worked in the garden in Oregon. I know how it worked in the garden in North Carolina. I even know how it worked on my tiny little lot in Tennessee…but it doesn’t seem to work the same in WV.

The compost pile stinks…but it is the most productive.

Melody recognizes there are pumpkins in the back yard, but she doesn’t realize that they are the result of her actions…she can’t yet comprehend it. She just simply knows Daddy gave her seed to do with as she would.

If I plant only for the harvest then I am devastated by someone else reaping MY harvest.

If I simply plant because Daddy gave me His seed and told me to scatter it wherever I could/would then I am trusting Him for the increase.

If I would allow Melody to, she would play in the compost pile just like she plays in the mud and the sand box. She simply enjoys it, stink, muck and all. Sowing the seed was just one more thing to enjoy.

In a few months she will eat some pumpkin pie while I try to explain again this is the result of her action. She will enjoy the pie (and all the other pies which may be frozen over the coming months), but when next spring rolls around she won’t plant the seed because of pumpkins, she will plant the seed because she enjoys being with Daddy in the yard, in the compost pile, or in the pumpkin patch.

So if there is one thing from that childlike attitude that I need (or maybe we need) it is simply to enjoy…take comfort in the fact that the One who gave us the seed also oversees the seed and placed us where we are to scatter it for His purposes.

Until then, do you want me to save you a piece of pie or would you like a whole one for Deb and the kids?

As I read, I couldn’t help but think about my intent when I sow. When I sow do I think about how wonderful the harvest will be or do I think about how successful Jesse will be? Or, how will people see me if nothing appears? I wonder, what was in Melody’s “mind’s eye” as she spread those seeds around? Was there any doubt they would come up? Was there any expectation at all? Maybe it was just… “I’ve done what I’ve done. What’s next?” I want to be like a child when I plant. But will I ever?