Could it really be true that one month from today my chamomile will look like this?

A few years ago, on a whim, I bought a packet of seed. I love any flower that remotely resembles the daisy and I like chamomile tea, so… it was worth a shot.

To my surprise, these tough flowers reseeded themselves and last year, by June 11th, I could harvest enough to keep me supplied with tea through the winter months.

This year, late last week, a freak blizzard hit. My Canadian garden now looks bedraggled – the chamomile is a ratty green fuzz covering a thick swath of soil.

In Hebrews it says “…faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.”

Assurance. Conviction. Do I believe that God can transform my scrubby fuzz into something beautiful and useful? I do. Faith in the garden is based on years of observation and experience.

So… what about the rest of life?

Has God been faithful? Is it safe to trust Him? Can I be certain that He has my situation in hand?

This spring I will watch the chamomile grow and call to mind lessons learned about faith and trust. God is faithful and it is safe to trust Him.