A seed is a seed. But that does not remain. It must grow to become complete, what it was designed to be. Within its make up lies the blueprint of potential and possibility. A dormant seed does not grow, but it could. I had grown so comfortable in my complacency. The dark soil was enough. I had no need for roots to seek nourishment, certainly no need for a leaf to feel warmth. No. Inactive sleep was enough. But in the deep earth a familiar dream shimmered. This was not all there was. You reawaked in me a desire for life, gave me a restless agitation with this hollow deep stillness. I wished to live, to grow, to mature. The fear of the seed is that in order to develop, its present state will be shed, it in essence will die but in return it will flourish in life. John 11:25-26 Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die. Do you believe this?” Philippians 1:6 And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ. my boyfriend is the best ever, he dug this hole out for me for the photo! facebook