Hope springs

I'm so thankful for my little brother who helped me put in what I know is going to be an abundant garden. I'm already dreaming of canning salsa, sweet corn on the cob, spinach and lettuce salads, and fresh boquets of flowers to bring indoors. It is a double blessing because I got to spend more time with my brother than I usually do and I get to stop being a wanna-be gardener and start being a real gardener. When I look at the turned earth and fragile seedlings, I just can't help feeling hopeful. It makes me think of that verse in Hebrews 11,

Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. and ³By faith we understand that the universe was formed at God's command, so that what is seen was not made out of what was visible.

So, even though it is hard for me to imagine right now looking at the brown earth of my garden, I have faith that the tiny seeds we planted will miraculously grow into seedlings and then plants. And that the seedlings that look like leaves will turn into mature plants. And I am hopeful.

Now we need to work on these flower beds