When I was a teenager I did this project for church where I was supposed to plant a seed, take care of it, and then write about how my faith is like a seed. It seemed like it would be an inspiring project. I planted my seed, watered it, tended it carefully, and finally it sprouted. Then it wilted and died. It made the paper a little difficult to write since I didn't want to write that faith will wilt and die.
Luckily my faith has survived, but we've yet to see if I've developed my green thumb at all. Isaiah and I planted some flowers last week. He gets very excited to check them each morning and see if they've sprouted yet (a few have).
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