The living, the living—they praise you, as I am doing today; parents tell their children about your faithfulness. Isaiah 38:19

On a crisp October morning many years ago, my sons and I emerged from the garage holding gardening equipment: one small shovel, sixty tulip bulbs, bone meal, a sand shovel, and a clear plastic bug box. We progressed to the circle of mulch surrounding the ash tree in our front yard. Tasks were divided in our small group of garden enthusiasts. I dug the six inch holes and added the bone meal. Daniel, age three, put the tulip bulb right side up. Mitchell, age two, got to cover the flower bulb with his plastic shovel.
Every once in a while, I would uncover a worm when digging, and we would switch from botanists to zoologists by putting the worms into the bug box for observation. At one point during this procedure, Daniel stated confidently, “You know Mom, God makes the worms, too!” I smiled and replied, “Yes, He does.” The remainder of the morning was spent working together and continuing our discussion of God’s creations. I look forward to each March when the tulips bloom because they not only represent the “flowers” of our labor, but they symbolize the seeds of faith planted that morning.