My Andrew (5) is a farmer at heart. He has spent hours outside today tending and inspecting the wild onions in our backyard. When he pulled one up with a somewhat larger onion by the root he was more excited than I've seen him over the greatest Christmas or birthday present. Is it just him or are we all farmers at heart and long to tend to God's creation for us, just like in the garden before the fall? It's obviously something born in children that I have taken note of for a long time, this love of the tiniest and seemingly insignificant of God's creation. The smallest acorn, an ant, or cracked and broken leaf. They see them with different eyes, beautiful and full of wonder. I am blessed to be able to observe my children every day, beautiful and full of wonder at their innocence and love for Him and His creation.