It's very interesting, the things I glean from my garden. This morning, instead of walking Montana, "we" worked on the yard. After all, I am the gardener, ya know. Montana's the supervisor. We had a "hint", very slight hint, of fall in the morning air. The crepe myrtle that I so carefully manicured in the spring, looked like a hippy. Her bloom spent branches were nearly dragging the ground. If not dragging the ground, they would surely scrape someone's head if they walked under it. She was ready for a cut.
One thing led (or is that lead) to another and before I knew it, I was cutting back the jasmine growing around my carport. They had gotten so long and wiry, that they would wrap themselves around any passenger getting of of the car. Snip!
Then, I noticed the weeds. Now how did that weed find its way out of that concrete? Look! There's another one! Those evil things! They're living! Not even the concrete could keep them from growing. Then it dawned on me. They found the light. Even if it was a small glimmer of light seeping through the crack, they found it and came to it out of the darkness.
I am the light of the world; he who follows Me shall not walk in the darkness, but shall have the light of life. John 8:12
Hmmmm. Do you think Jesus learned that from nature? Or was the other way around?