Month: February 2026

Early last summer, we harvested a crop of white potatoes. It was my first time planting them, but Daddy grew up farming and he really wanted to plant some. We planted them a little late in the season, but we ended up with a lot more than I expected. Daddy rigged up a hanging basket under the house to store them. I suppose it’s like a modern day root cellar.

We ate them often and like everything that you grow for yourself, they were really good. As our other veggies matured and we worked on canning, we forgot about the potatoes. They were out of sight, so they were out of mind.

Then, last week, I read that it was time to plant potatoes. Remembering that we didn’t eat all of last year’s crop, I went to retrieve what had been left under the house and hoped we had enough sprouts to plant. Imagine my surprise when I discovered more sprouts than I could count and way more than we could possibly plant in our available space.

As Daddy and I stood together cutting the sprouts to get them ready to plant, I marveled at the growth that had happened in the dark.

When the garden is in its growing season, I inspect my plants daily. I water them. I add fertilizer. I look for pests and remove them as quickly as possible. I harvest and prune. I spend a lot of time thinking about everything I need to do to make it successful.

Yet, in that damp, dark space with no light and absolutely no help from me, an exponential amount of growth occurred, growth that would eventually lead to an entire new crop of potatoes.

I feel like life is sometimes that way. We try our hardest to make something thrive. We do everything in our power to nurture it and help it along and then we spend countless hours worrying about the growth, (or the lack of). Sometimes the best course of action when we have done all we can humanly do, is to pray about it and put it down; give it to God.

When we are brave enough to do that, our faith grows along with our patience and we are often amazed at what He can do without all of our micromanaging. Some sprouted potatoes reminded me that growth and success doesn’t always depend on me. I worship a God who loves me and is always working for my good. Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you do too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

For the past three weekends in a row, the state of Georgia has been hit with either snow or ice paired with unusually frigid temperatures. We did have one day of beautiful snow that quickly melted, but basically, I have been stuck in the house for what feels like weeks on end. The month of January has felt endless and spring has felt light years away.

I was feeling bored and restless, so one day last week, I finally bundled up and got outside for a walk. I’m not sure why I am always amazed at how refreshing nature is for me. I often have my best prayer time when I’m walking alone in the woods. Even when the ground is wet and muddy, even when the trees are bare and all evidence of life and growth is nowhere to be found, Creation is always where I feel closest to God.

Creation always reminds me that even on the grayest days, God is at work. Even when we can’t see it or feel it, He is at work. Being out in nature reminds me that faith isn’t about what we see, but what we believe. If I went by sight, I would be filled with despair as I walked through the woods because the trees all appear to be dead, but of course they are not. They are simply dormant and resting, waiting for the spring when they will burst forth in bloom and new life.

There is life and work going on; it’s simply beneath the surface.

I felt much better as I looked around and I was reminded that our lives are filled with seasons too. Sometimes the winter seasons feel like they will never end. We can pray earnestly for deliverance or healing and yet, we are sometimes still met with gray and cold and our circumstances remain unchanged. We can find ourselves getting discouraged and begin to question if God is listening.

As someone who has recently spent a long time in a winter season, let me assure you, He is always listening. He is always working.

I was pondering that truth when two bright yellow dandelion blooms caught my eye, an example of new life springing forth. They stood out brightly in the dead grass. I smiled and said a prayer of thanks for the physical reminder that God is always near. Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you do too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂