“It always amazes me to look at the little, wrinkled brown seeds and think of the rainbows in ’em,” said Captain Jim. “When I ponder on them seeds I don’t find it nowise hard to believe that we’ve got souls that’ll live in other worlds. You couldn’t hardly believe there was life in them tiny things, some no bigger than grains of dust, let alone colour and scent, if you hadn’t seen the miracle, could you?” – L.M. Montgomery, Anne’s House of Dreams (Anne of Green Gables, #5)
This has been my mantra for this week as I struggle with finding the balance between home, working again and running. All of us start small and weak in the beginning. Helpless and clueless as to what the end result will be, but what we fail to see in the short term is evident when we look back over the long and grueling days and years. We all grow. Sometimes in quick bursts and other times slowly as our ideas ebb and flow, but always growing.
That’s the miracle though, isn’t it? No matter if we’ve stopped for a moment we still press on like the tiniest, most stubborn seed.