For ten years, I’ve been slowly watching a house plant loose its foliage. Beginning as a vibrant, green multi-stemmed beauty, the poor thing is now a single shoot with barely ten leaves at the top…Reminds me of a palm tree, actually.
Early this morning as I gathered a few more items for our yard sale, I decided to include the plant and its stand. Then, I thought, “Who would want this scrawny little thing?” and picked it up intending to put it in the trash. As I grabbed the pot, near the base of the plant I spotted a dark green sprout, about 3 inches tall. “Well, what have we here—new life!” I proclaimed. “Guess I’ll hold onto you for a little while longer.”
I’ve repotted that plant, watered and fed it, placed it in varying degrees of sunlight and shade—virtually begged it to not give up and die. Now when I’m not looking, about to give up on it, it decides to grow. Go figure.
Silly little ugly palm-tree-looking thing, our lives are a lot like you. Just when we think all hope is lost, a friend or a loved one reaches down, picks us up and tell us, “You’re still important to me.” When our lives are the ugliest, most vacant and dry, a tiny miracle sprouts up to give us hope.
And we all could use a little more hope.
Hope that biopsy results reveal no cancer...Hope that there’s a job around the corner…Hope that there’s still someone out there for me…
And even when our lives loose all earthly hope, there’s still a promise we can claim as our very own—a promise that far outweighs any earthly joy we could ever imagine. Yes, God reached down to us and gave us a tiny, little miracle. He said, “You’re still important to me.” He gave us hope. He gave us his son, Jesus.
So, thanks little plant, for reminding me to never give up.
Hope itself is a true miracle.
Early this morning as I gathered a few more items for our yard sale, I decided to include the plant and its stand. Then, I thought, “Who would want this scrawny little thing?” and picked it up intending to put it in the trash. As I grabbed the pot, near the base of the plant I spotted a dark green sprout, about 3 inches tall. “Well, what have we here—new life!” I proclaimed. “Guess I’ll hold onto you for a little while longer.”
I’ve repotted that plant, watered and fed it, placed it in varying degrees of sunlight and shade—virtually begged it to not give up and die. Now when I’m not looking, about to give up on it, it decides to grow. Go figure.
Silly little ugly palm-tree-looking thing, our lives are a lot like you. Just when we think all hope is lost, a friend or a loved one reaches down, picks us up and tell us, “You’re still important to me.” When our lives are the ugliest, most vacant and dry, a tiny miracle sprouts up to give us hope.
And we all could use a little more hope.
Hope that biopsy results reveal no cancer...Hope that there’s a job around the corner…Hope that there’s still someone out there for me…
And even when our lives loose all earthly hope, there’s still a promise we can claim as our very own—a promise that far outweighs any earthly joy we could ever imagine. Yes, God reached down to us and gave us a tiny, little miracle. He said, “You’re still important to me.” He gave us hope. He gave us his son, Jesus.
So, thanks little plant, for reminding me to never give up.
Hope itself is a true miracle.
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