I read, years ago, in a book on gardening about  planting a herby lawn, a lawn with herbs interplanted with grass, so that as you walk they release their sweet fragrance. We did not succeed in establishing herbs in our lawn in Virginia, as our gardening skills were unequal to their scorching summers and freezing winters.

However, in England’s mild climate, even though we have been careless and distracted gardeners, it has worked. The apple mint we planted in beds (yes, silly us,) has spread all over the lawn. I can’t wait to mow the grass now, to smell tangy apple mint.

Mint all over the lawn. From what? A single wispy, unpromising cutting sowed 5 years ago. Wow.

That is God’s normal, the law of increase. Small good deeds yielding a mighty harvest. An abounding harvest from what seemed like the wasted, unpromising years.

Multiplication, the exponential power of multiplication, is God’s normal way of doing things, 5000 fed from 5 loaves, seeds scattered bringing forth 30, 50, 100 seeds.

Bless and establish the work of our hands, O Lord!