I’ve been thinking this week about what hard work it is to plant seeds and wait for them to grow. It’s hard enough work in a garden. I poke the seed into the ground and two days later I’m already looking for a little green shoot. By five or six days, I’m tempted to dig around and see if anything is even going on under the dirt. Waiting for seeds to grow is even harder when it’s the garden of your life. There is hard as in “physically difficult” and then there is hard as in “wishing-you-didn’t-have-to-wait-one-more-minute-for-results” in other words, patience. Which do you find harder? To me, patience is much more difficult than physical work.