New Growth

There was my pastor wearing a nice black suit with a nice white pressed shirt, a nice dark blue tie with black stripes as well.

The background was black.

I was there too in this dark place, and I saw my pastor coming over to me with a see through plastic container, kind of like a container from a deli sandwich.  

In this container was some rich soil, and a seedling was growing inside.  So I knelt to the ground and replanted this seedling into the larger garden at my feet and I knew that my pastor told me that I must guard this new growth and nurture and water it to the best of my ability, that this little seedling had much worth.

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