Growing up in suburban Maryland, our family kept a large garden that covered a third of our half-acre backyard. Grape vines lined one fence, strawberries grew along another, rows of vegetables stretched in between, and fruit trees stood sentinel for those who dared enter. Every spring, my parents had my siblings and me plant seeds, burying them in the dark soil—a task that always puzzled me as a young child. Why bury something you want to live? But my mother, an experienced gardener, knew the truth: To give a seed life, you must first bury it. What seems like an ending is actually a beginning.
Even when no one else sees the seed, He remembers where He planted it. Share on XWhat I didn’t know then was this: God’s Creative Process™ often begins underground.
If you’re struggling to trust God in dark seasons that feel more like a burial than a planting, take heart. Sometimes, our darkest times aren’t endings but Spirit-led restoration in disguise—divine preparation, not punishment.
