“pray that we would know God sees us,” i told my sister. i needed it because it doesn’t always seem that He does.
and then i came home from work to find a small pot of pansies, and found out that his hands had filled the pot with dirt, and had placed the flowers, and have covered them back in with soil.
“ian what do you want to do to help larissa?” his occupational therapist asked.
“plant her flowers. and a garden”
he didn’t know what i had been thinking the week before, while i was looking at the empty beds. they were filled with wood chips but i knew that had potenial. i also knew i just didn’t have time and just didn’t know how to do it right. i didn’t understand plants that much and didn’t know how to get the soil right or figure out the amount of sun that cilantro and basil would need.
and then ian told the therapist about the garden. and he didn’t know i had been thinking that i wanted one. he wasn’t outside watching me while i looked at the beds.
but God saw it.
and God put it on Ian’s heart.
and through the person that means the most to me, God showed me that He sees me.
and i believe nothing but that it’s because He heard those weak prayers, prayers that i would believe that He sees me.
someday soon the flowers that he potted will continue to grow and the plants that will fill the beds will shoot to reach the sun and i will know that i am seen.