Leaning over, Max dug his little hands in the dirt and created a hole for the "punkin'" seeds. As he placed the marker in the ground, and stood there for a moment, I could just feel what he was thinking. And then, in his sweet little voice, he said it...
"Mommy. Why the punkin' not coming out? It's too dark in dare. Is it O.K.? It need da sun. Right?"
Taking a deep breath, wiping away tears, I told him that the darkness is helping the seed. It is protecting it as it waits to grow. And then, because of the sunshine and water, it will start to grow... But that it takes time.
Standing there, as the bright sunshine fell on my darling son (and on those punkin' seeds) I actually listened to my words.
Listened to my heart....
Remembered that we are a people who repeatedly say "from death into life"....
Remembered that the promise of the cross is hope. Life. Growth...
And so, in the meantime, while we are waiting for that punkin' to grow, waiting for the sunshine and water to nurture, we will continue on with LIFE.
Joyfully.
