Waiting for something beautiful to bloom
John Chapman was known to be unconventional and/or slightly strange, yet, his story lives on in the folk hero better known as Johnny Appleseed. John established orchards throughout the American Midwest because he had been given the precious gift of vision and knowledge, yet, it was the determination and drive to share what he was given, that has left us with reaping benefits. Note: Orchards don’t grow overnight, they can take 7 to 10 years before there is any fruit. However, from there, you have a tree entitled to bear for centuries!
Have you ever tucked seeds into the dirt, and waited for something beautiful to bloom? For me, I recall it being my favorite time of the year in the breath-taking season of Autumn. The leaves on the trees were starting to change their color and the air was crisp and with a light dew when I gave my 1st graders a few seeds, some dirt and tiny terra-cotta pots. Filled with enthusiasm, my class was ready for action as questions, thoughts and wonder filled the air, “Can I have some more seeds,” “When will it grow,” “I’m going to put mine in the sun.” All around me were bright happy faces, as I watched them cultivate the soil.
As tiny as they may be, seeds have within them, everything they need to become all that they were created to be. The Parable of the Mustard Seed produces evidence for this notion, “Though it is the smallest of all seeds, yet when it grows, it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds come and perch in its branches.” [Matthew 13:31-32]
In the same way, there is opportunity to plant seeds of ambition to take fresh root and thrive, in the lives of those we have been given to love. To cultivate the best possible environment to help ensure healthy growth in the lives of our men, women, and children, truth must be taught. Before my grandmother entered into the gates of heaven, she shared with me some beautiful memories of letters that my dad had sent to her while he was in the army. Her biggest regret was that she did not keep them all. She said; “It would have been a book in itself!” Several years later in 2012, as our younger son prepared for Italy, I shared my grandmother’s story with him. I suggested he journal his semester abroad so that someday his children and grandchildren could hear all about his experience. His response, “I’ll think about it…” as he was soon to board the plane. Several weeks into his trip I received an e-mail that read, “What’s up mom… I know you wanted to me write a journal but I’m probably not going to do that. Bobby is a pretty good writer though, and he has a blog online. So far he has made a post for everyday. If you want to keep up on what we’re doing, you can read it at… He has pictures to go along with it. Tell Vin, Dad and the girls I said hi. love you. – Joe.” As curiosity grabbed me by the hand, I clicked on to read his friends observation’s. His blog was informative, funny, and straight to the point. So much so, that it inspired me to share my journey of teaching and the heart of the classroom through my own blog. Through my grandmother’s story, I’ve embraced the planted words of her loving regret and have been encouraged to not only write it down and keep it, but to share it as well.
There is a paradox that my son shared with me in the conception of free will, called Buridan’s Donkey. It dates back to the 14th century, wherein a donkey that is equally hungry and thirsty is placed precisely midway between a stack of hay and a pail of water. Since he couldn’t make a rational decision between the hay and water, he dies of both hunger and thirst. In life, we may not always know the best route to take, still, movement is important. Pray first, then take the necessary steps.
Many great treasures get lost and are easily misunderstood in the power of time, size, and struggle. I pray that we never loose sight of this incredibly precious moment, while we are waiting for something beautiful to bloom. Words from Solomon remind us “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.” [Ecclesiastes 3] Life, like a seed is a process. Our activity, choices and tasks of daily work in this world are meaningful as we rely on God’s wisdom (planting), timing (watering), and goodness (sprouting).
From an activity in the classroom and my grandma sharing her heartfelt thoughts, to my son’s e-mail, my Blog Bloomed!
What is within you that is waiting to sprout? Don’t be afraid to make the move!
Get all the advice and instruction you can, so you will be wise the rest of your life. [Proverbs 19:20]
“For such a time as this.” [Esther 4:13-14]
A teacher is not so much responsible for what our students know, but more so for the seeds we plant to help them grow.
Father in the Name of Jesus, by the power and grace of the Holy Spirit, be with us, direct our path, fill us with the riches of Your grace, transform our mind with a healthy balance that is good for our body and soul. Guide us with Your gracious love, that we may press forward to being all that You created us to be. In Your Holy Name we pray… Amen
Sweet blessings always,