passing it on

i recently came across a blog of someone i have never met, but feel like we could be great friends. weird how that happens. she is the mother of a daughter and has been struggling with infertility to have a second child. she writes her thoughts and feelings beautifully. she is faithful and inspiring. i thought i'd share a recent post of hers. it made me smile and made my day. its a lovely thought.

if spring is the season that we concern ourselves with fertile ground and planting seeds, then this is the springtime of my life. right now all my time is spent trying to get things to grow. not only have i been frequenting the local nurseries, graphing plots, and mixing soil... i have been popping pills, peeing on sticks, and counting days trying to grow a different, more precious type of seed: mine. i do already have one seed that has sprouted to a little girl, and she needs a lot of daily pruning. and then there's the seeds of faith that i'm continually trying to nourish and keep the weeds away from. these seeds take the most patience of all. assessing all i am trying to accomplish can leave me feeling tired...and barren.
so, the question i asked myself today was: do i have it in me to keep up the work required for all this harvesting i want to do? do i have it in me to continue improving my soil, both real and metaphorical?
in a word: yes. because happily, there's a master gardener who owns the land i am tending, and we are creating the harvest together.