The seeds are spread.
On the path, on rocks,
& among the thorns they fall.
Within each seed lies the divine hope.
We confess we sometimes disappoint our divine creator.
We fail to grow and become the plant that God intends.
And yet the seed is sown.
And yet the sacred love still surrounds us in forgiving love.
Forgive us we ask.
Forgive our failure to breakthrough the soil and reach upward toward you.
Let us reflect God’s goodness.
Let us be as the seed in the good soil. Let us reflect our creator’s highest hopes. Amen.
Tim is a runner, a hiker, a devoted husband, a father of two adult children and their spouses, and Granddaddy to four perfect children. Retired from early childhood education and ministry, Tim writes from his home in rural northwest Connecticut or wherever life takes him.
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