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Raising Children: My Spaghetti-Smeared Generation
Farmer holds a few ordinary seeds in his hand.
But he doesn’t see seeds. He also doesn’t see, or rather, doesn’t dwell on the work he’s about to give himself to.
The Vision
OK he does see the seeds, and dirt, and sweat and weeds. But it’s what lies beyond the seeing….it’s the VISION.
He really sees a swelling harvest from that handful of humble seeds–a miracle he really can’t fully understand.
He sees results of his labor and the fruit of his hands and the many who will be blessed by it for years to come.
Because next year, his seeds will yield more seeds.
And some days he’ll be scratching in the dirt and sweating and seeing nothing but weeds. But he knows what’s underneath if he’ll only persevere, and he has the FAITH required to believe it will burst forth from the ground.
Someone asked me how I could be excited about a ninth baby.
“Because I don’t see a baby.”
Well, yes I do, and he/she is magnificently more wonderful than a handful of seeds!
But I see more than a baby.
