Watering the seed—the Word of God

My husband and I had moved to the northern region of New Mexico with our three young children, and we were in the process of renovating and adding on to an old adobe house. It was a challenging time—the five of us were sharing the same room as a bedroom since this was the only available place to sleep in during construction. The window openings had plastic coverings as we were awaiting the delivery of windows. Winter was fast approaching.

One night, the youngest child, a one-year-old, became ill during the night. I picked him up and carried him into the bathroom so that we wouldn’t wake up the rest of the family. After walking across boards covering ditches in the dirt floor where pipes were being installed, I sat in the bathroom and prayed, singing hymns to the baby. But as I did so, I found myself crying and wishing we had never moved from our lovely home in California.

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