It was just a regular seed. In a bowl with other seeds. And July 2nd was just like any ordinary day. Until that seed was planted on that day.
In a Dixie cup. Yep. With just a little scoop of soil surrounding that seed, a plant was born. A week later it was just a little sprout. Nothing spectacular, really. But each morning after that, it seemed to have grown at least another inch. After two weeks, it was so tall, the Dixie cup threatened to topple. So the plant found a new home in a new pot. And every day, it grows another inch taller, baby leaves unfurling, as we wait to see what it will become in the days and weeks ahead.
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I have never had a green thumb. Probably closer to black. Iāve killed every plant that has ever dared to share my space. And itās really no secret why. If I have lacked the discipline to care for my own body, it is logical to suspect Iād have little success in this area. My plants go weeks without water. They surly need a lot more sun than they ever have access to. Plant food? Whatās plant food? Hmm. Just call me clueless.
Suddenly, hereās this determined plant growing, pleased and proud right before my eyes. This time, strategically positioned beside the sink, it is watered daily, bows before a window soaking almost all-day sunlight, and has space to grow. A spiraling, ever-growing vine, daily receives nourishment required for transformation from an unremarkable seed to a vibrant, resolute and thriving organism, fully intending to bear āfruit.ā The more I watch this plant grow, the more I desire to see it flourishāto research its needs, to provide the best environment possible for it to matureā¦to careā¦.
Such an easy metaphor. I shouldnāt be so surprised by this delightful symbol of my own growth during this ā70 in 7ā Project. Every time as I pass by this plant, I am also reminded to feed my soul the nourishment it needs to continue on this journey of discipline. I must care enough about my soul to provide the means to flourish, to grasp that rich transformation within reach, to allow myself the proper nutrients to intentionally bear fruit and to use that fruit to nourish others around me.
But what happens when we live Godās way? He brings gifts into our lives, much the same way that fruit appears in an orchardāthings like affection for others, exuberance about life, serenity. We develop a willingness to stick with things, a sense of compassion in the heart, and a conviction that a basic holiness permeates things and people. We find ourselves involved in loyal commitments, not needing to force our way in life, able to marshal and direct our energies wisely. (Galatians 5:22 MSG)
Living Godās way, allowing His love-originated resources to sustain meāhere is my soil, my sun, my water. Like this plant, I have everything I need, all the space and nourishment required, to grow, stronger and taller by the day. There is wisdom to direct my energy. Compassion, exuberance, affection, loyalty, holiness. A stick-to-it-tive-ness.
But none of it happens until God says, āItās time.ā He orders it all, just as it should be. Nothing forced, nothing expected. Sweet serenity in His timing.
I find myself in a hurry at least 90 percent of my day. I donāt necessarily understand how the āflawsā in my day work together āfor goodā (Romans 8:28), but He does. I just need to choose to believe Heās in control. Even when the car door accidentally slams into another personās car leaving a giant dent, or when we are practically chased out of the library for screaming children, or when all my efforts to share the blessings of my new business with others are thwarted and avail nothing. Yes, even then. Somehow, somewhere, Heās working on something; I just must trust that eventually, some kind of fruit will appear. As long as I keep drinking in His water of life and His Sonlight.
As it says in Eliannaās first baby book, āLife is found in the journey, not the destination.ā
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