Mustard seeds in Tanya's Hand. (Tomasito photo, 2009)(Click on photo to see seeds relative size to hand more clearly.)
We were out foraging for some wild plants to add to our lunch-time stew today.
The meadow where we usually gather wild mustard leaves has gone to seed now--the leaves are pretty well dried and gone--but the tiny seeds are snug in their pods and each little tan pod seems to have twenty or so minute blackish seeds.
We thought about the familiar quotation about faith as much as a mustard seed again--and how such a tiny bit of faith could move a mountain.
It really doesn't seem to be very much faith for such mighty work does it?
The meadow where we usually gather wild mustard leaves has gone to seed now--the leaves are pretty well dried and gone--but the tiny seeds are snug in their pods and each little tan pod seems to have twenty or so minute blackish seeds.
We thought about the familiar quotation about faith as much as a mustard seed again--and how such a tiny bit of faith could move a mountain.
It really doesn't seem to be very much faith for such mighty work does it?
Tomasito, 2009
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