Fertile Soil

So I was at church all day (I mean from 9:30...well...9:40 until 8:50) and I was thinking about dirt. Apparently I do this a lot! My son is seven months old, and as we played in the church yard, I began to think about what rich soil he is sprouting in. He is constantly surrounded by children who love him and seek him out to play in loving and gentle ways. I am becoming so grateful to be a part of this church community that I do not know what I would do without it! As a mom to my tiny sprout I am hyper-aware of the richness of his environment and any weeds that might encroach on him. In this loving community, I feel that he is surrounded by loving arms and nutrient rich experiences. So on this second Sunday of Easter, I find myself reflecting on the generosity of our God who recognized that it is not good for us to be alone.