Yesterday I wrote about seeds and sowing. To go along with that, I'll include another verse from "We Are Sowing."
Seeds that fall amid the stillness of the lonely mountain glen;
Seeds cast out in crowded places trodden under the foot of men;
Seeds by idle hands forgotten, flung at random on the air,
Seeds by faithful souls remembered, sown in tears and love and prayer.
Do you ever feel that you have "sown" seeds in trying to rekindle a strained relationship with a family member or friend only to have those seeds "cast out" or "trodden under foot" or "forgotten" or "flung at random?" I have. And I wonder if I've squandered those precious seeds, wasted the time and energy it took to sow them. Or perhaps you were a visiting teacher, trying to reach a forgotten sister and she turned away from your overtures? Maybe you tried to sow seeds in developing a talent and that talent just refused to come?
Are these seeds wasted? I don't think so. I believe that anything we do with righteous intent and purpose is not wasted.
So, for today, I am grateful for "seeds by faithful souls remembered."