Today's reading: Genesis 1:11-13
Maybe, just maybe, I don't have to work so hard, and worry so much.
Just maybe things were made to grow as they should. Maybe the land that has been so lovingly formed will produce what it will; maybe it will bear the fruit it was designed to bear. Maybe it's not my sweat that makes it happen.
Maybe, instead, I need to release my grasp, stop making it all about me, stop trying to twist the landscape to suit my own purposes and priorities. Stop trying to make apple trees bear oranges.
Maybe I can take a deep breath, receive the nourishment I am offered, and call it good.