I’ve always wanted to start my own trailing nasturtium plants from seed, as they are one of my favorite flowers. Usually, my mom starts the seeds and gives me a planter in the spring. This year, in early May, the kids and I planted our own seeds in a pot out on the back patio.
Within weeks our planter was full of vibrant, intensely bright flowers…my favorite being the tangerine-colored blossoms. These plants are beautiful! Even the leaves have an artistry of their own, reminding me of small lily pads.
There were several seeds left in the package after we had planted our planter. Clara and Aaron decided to distribute them around the yard to see if they would bloom.
Over the summer months we never saw any of the scattered seeds blossom.
Yesterday, as I was walking out back, I noticed this gorgeous little nasturtium growing solo under Jacob’s tree. It might not have been so wonderful had it been just another day. But it wasn’t. It was the one year anniversary of finding out that our little one, "Little Sam" as we've named him, had been lost to miscarriage.
I wonder why I so often look for God in might and majesty, when often He is found in the simple and ordinary.