Today We Buried Seeds | Kristen Rue Photography | Nashville Family Photographer

On Friday we dug in the dirt.  We sifted through the brown soil, our hands thick with mud.  And we buried seeds. We buried seeds in the heart of the earth.  Deep in darkness.  Dormant hope.  And now we wait for new, green life to gently and relentlessly push its way from the depths into the light. 

I am not sure of a lot of things.  The things I used to be so sure of, to profess with confidence, I no longer can.  But that's okay.  Because I still have hope.  I choose to have hope.  To believe.  Death, burial, and resurrection are the way of our natural world.  Death brings forth life.  Death sustains.  Quite a paradox, to be sure.  But it's one I've seen over and over in my own life, as well as in nature. So on this Friday, the Friday that is called Good, I choose to plant my hope deep in the belly of darkness, fully expecting abundant life now.  Not in some distant future unknown paradise, but right now.  In the mess and muck and brokenness.  In this creation that is crying out for its own resurrection, I expect new, verdant, plentiful life to stubbornly push its fragile leaves through the waiting soil.  

Today we buried seeds.