Spring is here. A time of rebirth and renewal. A little seed, dormant through the cold, dark winter, pokes its head out of the dirt and quietly asks the sun, “Is it time?”
“Yes, little seed,” the sun answers. “It is time. Come out now. Stretch, breathe, thrive.”
The sun’s warmth feels slightly familiar. A memory left over from days past. Lazy days full of bright sunshine, beautiful petals, gentle breezes lifting its leaves to the sky to wave hello, the pitter patter of rain washing it clean. Those memories live deep inside the little seed. There but mostly forgotten. Instead it remembers darkness and loneliness. Those memories are fresh and first in its mind. The summer of its glory seems so distant and foreign, the little seed wonders if it really even happened.
But it did, little seed. And not too very long ago in the greater pattern of the world. Not too very long ago you were the most magnificent flower in the entire garden, and though you might not believe it now, you can be that again.
I saw a little seedling emerging from my flower bed today. That little seed wasn’t very pretty. Brown, plain, small. It had been silent and buried for a long while. After those long, bitter months of cold, it no longer resembled the lovely flower it had once been. No, not at all. Everything that made that little seed beautiful had shriveled up, fallen off, disappeared. What was left was ugly. Unremarkable. Unworthy.
But that ugly little seed is about to undergo the most amazing transformation! From that plain, sad, little seed will come something beautiful and glorious. The little seed doesn’t know it yet. That little seed doesn’t know it will soon blossom into the most beautiful flower in the garden.
With a little sun and water and patience, that little seed will become what God intended it to be all along. If that little seed just hangs on and doesn’t give up, the reward will be unlike anything it’s ever known.
Where the world sees a plain, unremarkable seed, God sees the truth. God sees what lies beneath the dirt. Even if the little seed cannot see it for itself, God sees the coming restoration and knows that the little seed will soon sprout and grow.
Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; but I tell you, not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these. ~ Luke 12:27
So many times I am that little seed. Sad and small and buried under all that life heaps on to me. At times the winters are brief and the sprouting easy. Daily stresses and obligations weigh me down but the sun is never very far away.
Other times though, that dark, oppressive season lingers on, heavy and threatening. There is no sun. There is no warmth. There is no memory of the flower I used to be. I am only a little seed. Plain, ugly, sad. Unremarkable and unworthy.
A broken heart, death of a loved one, depression, addiction, abuse. These are the things that create an seemingly endless winter. These are the things that pile on us, push us down deeper and deeper, so far that we feel the sun will never shine on us again. The memories of life before flicker dimly, if at all. Months, sometimes years, pass and still, still we lie buried beneath the weight of our struggle, unable to poke our head out and ask, “Is it time?”
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. ~ Psalm 147:3
Fellow seeds, it is time. The sun is shining. The world is coming back to life. Your winter need not go on. Spring is here.
God can gather up your brokenness and make something beautiful. He sees you. He sees me. In His eyes, we are not plain or ugly or sad. We are certainly not unremarkable or unworthy. He sees the amazing and unique flower He created us to be, fully garbed in our summer petals.
Seeds do not become flowers overnight. The transformation takes time and work and intention. But, oh, the wondrous life that awaits at the end is so very worth it.
We have to try.
Take a little step today. Poke your head out, look around, reach out your hand. Lift your face to the sun, even if for just a moment, and feel, really feel, the spring of renewal. There’s no hole too deep, no struggle too big, no mistake too shameful that can stop you from beginning your transformation. You just have to start.
I know how hard that is to do. I understand. I’ve spent far too many years buried under the dirt of my own struggle. I’ve endured a long and very dark winter. But like the little seed, I’m beginning a life-changing process that will hopefully bring spring back to my garden. I miss spring.
I’m putting my faith in God to heal my brokenness and bind my wounds. I’m putting my trust in Him to prop me up when I fall, to light my path when I get lost, and to remind me that I am not an unworthy little seed when I forget.
I poked my head out of the dirt and asked, “Is it time?” And God told me it was.
With prayer and faith and patience, I too can blossom into the beautiful and glorious child God intended me to be all along. I must hang on and not give up.
Reach for the sun ☀️, little seeds! His garden is vast and there’s room for all of us.
Hope you blossom where you are today.