These aren't just wildflowers at our mailbox. This patch of color rejoices in the faithfulness of our God. You see, a year ago I sowed these as tiny little seeds of hope--hope of promises to come.
But to truly appreciate God's handiwork, you have to understand a touch of our story. Last Spring, my husband and I reached new places in our marriage--places in which glimmers of light began shining where darkness once relentlessly resided. For months God had taken the pieces of our shattered home and slowly began mending them together, one-by-one. He then whispered promise into my ear.
My hands buried those seeds under the soil by faith. And God beautifully brought forth the harvest...just like He continues to do in our home. He absolutely amazes me.