She wrapped her four-year-old fingers around the newly acquired piece of candy as if it were more precious than gold. Her fist tightly clasped, she could barely contain her glee as she skipped around the church parking lot clutching her prized possession.
A while later, I noticed that her hands were empty.
“Where’s your sweet?” I asked.
“Oh, I planted it over there,” she explained nonchalantly, “so it will grow into a tree full of sweets.”
And I smiled with maternal pride, because she got it. She understood already that what you put in is what you get out.
So dig deep, my girl.
Find the richest of soil, and dig deep.
Plant your treasure where the rain falls gently all around, and when the plant springs up, may it be strong and confident like the sunflower, with its face always turned bright toward the sun.
For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also ..
So take what is precious and bury it where it will reap an eternal harvest, and you will have not only a tree, but fields ripe and plentiful.
And you will blossom and bloom in the Light ..
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