The seeds are planted, tucked safely under a layer of dirt. They have been watered and the clay pot that surrounds them eagerly anticipates the roots that are to hold the plant firm while it weathers the storms that comes it's way.
It's a new start.
The seed and the earth and all potential for growth has been poured out. The container for new growth is abandoned in search of familiar old ground.
The clay pot is empty. Purposeless.
But what's this?
The Gardener comes and gently pours dirt back into the container. He gingerly places the seed into the pot and safely tucks it under a blanket of fresh earth.
He's determined to grow fruit.
And He'll do it with patience and love. Time and time again.
Even when the clay pot feels lifeless, pointless and void of worth.
Because He's not afraid to get His hands dirty.
I (Jesus) am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener.