I like words, but I also like images. Sometimes images serve me better.

This is something I drew a few years ago:

It reminds me that while the seed is in the soil, when it looks like nothing is happening, there is growth. I may treasure unfurling my leaves in the warm sun, but it’s not possible without time in the cool dark.

The miracle begins underground, out of sight.

It isn’t faith if you can see it happening.