II Corinthians 4:7, The Message
I dig my fingers into dark chocolate earth, scoop out a hole for the pungent leafy basil, cover roots and press stems firmly in its new place in the garden. And remember I am made of this earth, fired by the unforseen circumstances of life, shaped by the hands of God to hold the beauty He breathes for such a time as this.
Remembering that adorned pots of fired life -along sidewalks, pushing carts down aisles, seated in pews, behind the counter – they hold treasure within. The promise of eternal life. Happy Sunday!