Show Don't Tell: Genesis 2:4-7

Imagine a sun-drenched afternoon in a quiet valley, the kind of place where the earth has been waiting for a gardener. The ground is parched, a dusty canvas stretched taut beneath a wide blue sky, with each crack whispering stories of longing for rain. You kneel down, your hands sinking into the dry soil—the texture is coarse, yet there’s a hint of something soft just beneath the surface.…