I sit on the ground and run my fingers through the dirt, sifting through chunks of sod, throwing the grass and roots to one side to create a nice plot in which to grow - to produce. It's a small space, really; but, in it, I take a stab at subduing the earth. I touch it, manipulate it, and attempt to make it bring forth food for my family.
And my heart quakes a bit as I nervously plan and survey my efforts. I've neglected this mandate, and I'm such a green green-thumb. Totally out of my element. . . I wonder if anything will grow.
I so want this to work - to not only provide my own family with fresh produce while saving some grocery money. . . I want to help those in need - those families at my own church that I know could use some free veggies. I want to offer the little I have. . .
. . . And that's it! Fresh veggies from the garden sound delightful. But what I really long for is to have something to give - however small - a mite of my own to put in the collection box - to hand over to God - to give to others.
And I want to do this with my children. I want to teach them what it means to be a steward of all the Lord blesses you with. . . that good stewardship means taking the little blessing you have, making the most of it, and then giving it away.