Planting a Seed

I recently have developed a love for gardening. Now mind you, I’m not really the outdoor, get my hands dirty type of gal. I’m way too much of a germaphobe, however lately I’ve been getting better at managing my OCD for being ‘prestine clean’. That coupled with my hubby having a SUPER green and I mean, BEYOND green thumb, I thought that if he can do it, so can I.

I started small. I purchase some herbs that were already sprouted and decided to transfer them into pots at home and then continue to care for them from that point forward. It worked; kinda. As it turns out, we have a caterpillar in our yard, and needless to say, he’s very hungry…

I was a bit disappointed, then I referred back to the sliver lining theory. And I figured, at least (hopefully) we would get some beautiful butterflies out of the deal.

So I had to start over. Not one of my strong suits. However, I was determined to get this right. I went to the hardware store to purchase some more pots. This time I made sure to pick up the Clay pots, something about plastic is a bit unnerving to me, the plastic just seems so unnatural. I also purchased some seeds.

Lavender. Planted from seeds. Putting my Green Thumb to work!
Lavender. Planted from seeds. Putting my Green Thumb to work!

I chose my favorite herb and color, Lavender. With so many health benefits, I’m astonished that I hadn’t started growing my own lavender sooner.

I was going to start from scratch. No “starter” plants, nothing. Just the soil, seeds, water, sunshine and little ol’ me.

This process reminded me of many times in life when I had to plant a seed for a future harvest. At the time, it seems so ‘unfruitful’, if you will. Almost like a waste of time, even. It can be so difficult to see the end result, especially when it’s something that’s being planted and you don’t really have any power or control over whether or not things will work out, yet you plant the seeds anyway.

Because when you step out on faith. Miracles happen.

Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.

As I await for the lavender seeds to continue to bloom and *flourish*. I am reminded of the constant desire for a harvest in our lives, yet without the initial planting of seeds, our work will be in vain.  I am excited to see the next phase and look forward to enjoying the end result of faith and planting a small seed.

 

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Hypercritical of our Children

Do you ever feel that young children are the Most and Highly criticized people on the planet? Many before they’re able to hold their own heads up autonomously? Why is that? I guess it never dawned on me prior to becoming a mommy myself ( that coupled with the fact it’s simply not in my nature to criticize nor ridicule others. ) but I’ve been noticing the increase in the insensitive things that people tend to say about babies and children. Case in point, if I hear how my baby girl has “big feet” “big hands” “a big head” or anything else that is described as “BIG” one more time, I’m going to flip out! and tell the person ( in not so nice words, mind you ), about how flawed they are as a full grown adult — and how my baby has her entire life ahead of her to grow into and or, out of any ‘physical attribute that is deemed so tragic and so undesirable’… and the worst part is, these comments tend to come from the people closest to us, our own family. Not strangers.

I’ve even caught myself looking at my baby as if the person has discovered something that I missed, then I snap back into reality ( Thank God ) and realize there is absolutely NOTHING wrong with my baby. She is proportionate, healthy and strong. No one is perfect, nor looks perfect. And I do not want her to grow up with any ideas that she has something wrong with her, then look to Instagram or whatever social media outlet, in attempt to achieve validation.

Gosh, it drives me insane! How is it that it’s okay to have complete lack of self control and courtesy when it comes to a child, and your conversations with or pertaining to them, especially those that are descriptive of their person. Would it be appropriate to point out to an adult woman and mention her defined ‘crows feet’ or the ever-receding hair line of a man?? N-O, not even if the message was delivered in a joking manner. You would be viewed as rude, insensitive and down right cruel according to the etiquette standards of some. The old adage of “sticks and stones” is a fallacy. Words hurt worse than a stick, stone or anything that could be thrown.

Now, I am in no way insinuating that everyone engages in this type of behavior. This is a semi-rant, about those who do.

My point is, a young child’s self-esteem is delicate, I know. I suffered from low-self esteem most of my life, that stemmed from lack of compassion or discernment from my own parents, who did not see the value of a healthy, confident child. But that’s another post entirely.

So please, I implore everyone to be a little more mindful when you see a baby/child, to ensure your ‘filter’ is attached, and not be so hypercritical of what they look like, nor point out all the so-called “flaws” they possess.

They’re children, and even if you think they cannot understand what is being said about them, I, as their mommy, am fully able to comprehend what is being said and the meaning behind such damaging language.

God is Still Good

I was feeling low today. Then all of a sudden, something happened. God spoke to me through a person whom I have never met, do not know personally and she is completely unaware that she spoke life into me with God’s powerful Word. It shook me and I had to immediately share this with you all today.

No matter what we may face in life, no matter how difficult things may look. No matter the hurt we may be experiencing at the moment, no matter the seemingly insurmountable ‘things’ that are standing in our way. Trust and Know this.

God is Still Good

Each and every morning I begin with a renewed Faith, and know without a shadow of a doubt that He watches over me.