After lunch on Wednesday MC took the seeds from her apple outside.
She dug through the rocks that line the perimeter of our backyard down to the brown dessert dirt.
She placed the apple seeds into the small hole that was just dug and covered them up.
Then she watered them with a plastic watering can.
She even labeled a sign letting us all know where the apple seeds are planted.
She’s convinced that we’ll be picking bright shiny red apples off of our newly planted apple tree next year.
It may just be the only apple tree in El Paso.
Sometimes I wish for the faith that my children display every day.
Faith to fully believe the impossible.
Faith to work towards the impossible.
Faith to go against the grain and declare the impossible is in fact possible.
Faith to believe again and again when they don’t see the thing of their faith come to fruition.
We won’t have an apple tree growing in the middle of that pile of rocks that line our backyard a year from now.
But my little girl won’t give up faith.
She’ll be hoping and dreaming…believing in another seemingly impossible possibility.
And knowing that gives me hope to have faith in the impossibilities that I face each day as a believer in Christ, mom, a wife, a teacher and a friend.