The other day my husband mistakenly cut down all three of my emerging hibiscus plants in my weed-ridden perennial gardens. He thought my plants were weeds, too. I was so excited when I noticed them sprouting up from the ground -- and so sad to see them destroyed.
But I had hope. One year I tried to pull up the peonies that I had planted too close to a growing bush. But all I managed to do was break off the growing stems. I gave up my failed transplant attempt. I was mad at myself for having hurt the plant. It made me sad. Much to my amazement one stalk grew tall. And then it flowered.
Today when I drove past my “weed garden” I noticed a single green stem poking up in the midst of the remains of my biggest hibiscus. Hopefully that stem will grow big and strong. If I am lucky once again, it will even produce giant pink blossoms at the end of the summer.
We, too, are cut down too often. Life is not perfect. We are broken. But with God’s help, we can grow stronger. With God’s help, in time, we may still flower.
" 'Sir,' the man replied, 'leave it alone for one more year, and I'll dig around it and fertilize it. If it bears fruit next year, fine! If not, then cut it down.' " Luke 13:8-9 (NIV)
I like this.I think we can all relate to this at one point in our lives or another. Thank you as it reminded me to trust the Lord and let His healing hand touch me and make me into something beautiful in Him. God bless your verbal illustration. :0)