The seeds in secret grew, extending their tender roots out into the dark earth beneath my wandering feet. Unaware, I went about my work, tending to the garden. A brave sprout first appeared by the fence, popping up to take a look around. She must have sent a signal to the others that it was safe, for soon there were dozens of little shoots rising up through the mulch.
“Welcome to the garden,” I said to them as I deadheaded the calendulas. They waved their two little leaves at me in unison. “How did you get here?” I asked, but then realized that the birds at the feeder had planted them, spilling seeds as they ate.
“Every one of you is a little miracle, ” I said, seeing in them the ancient mystery of God.
“Thank you, birds, for these baby sunflowers” I said.
“You’re welcome,” I heard them sing.
I raised my face to the heavens and said, “Thank you, God, for everything.”
“You’re welcome,” He replied, deep within my heart.