She discovered the seed packet at the bottom of the drawer. The date made her wince, what good would they be now? She couldn’t read from the packet what they were as she shook them into the hole she’d made. Half-heartedly she watered them and then forgot all about them.
Months later little green shoots appeared, but still there was no indication of what they were. In faith she now watered them and removed any diseased leaves. It wasn’t until July that she realised her mysterious seeds had grown into sunflowers. And not just any sunflowers but the largest and tallest she had ever seen, bright yellow and a beautiful rust colour.
Neighbours began to notice and those who had never spoken before congregated on the pavement and started swapping stories about their families. The street outside her house became a regular meeting place. Invitations for coffee were exchanged, some neighbours even shared outings together. Baby minding groups were formed and long after the sunflowers had died friendships continued. It all started by an old packet of seeds and the beginning of a dream.
Are we like old dried-up seeds? Can God galvanise us to share His word and make a difference? That is what happened to the disciples after Pentecost. Their tiny beginnings grew into a movement of millions and millions throughout the centuries. May we all be apart of it!