Once I was afraid and alone, and my friend came to me and sat by my side through the worst moments. A seed was planted. I lost my job and had no way to care for my family. A neighbor brought groceries and an envelope containing cash to help us get by. A seed. When my loved one died and grief was overwhelming, she called every day to check on me and was always available. Seed planted. I laughed at someone who found strength in faith; not for me. Then my friend told me what he called “good news” and slowly it all made sense. Over time, I learned so much about life from his faith explanations. Seeds.
Lord, where there is doubt or uncertainty or ignorance or indifference, give me the courage to plant seeds. Allow me to be a seed bearer for you and I will plant if you will bring the growth.
St. Francis would never claim to be the Master Gardner, just the seed bearer, the planter. By word, witness and work. May your life today, what you say and what you do, bring someone closer to the garden of God’s grace.
Shining Spirit 
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