One of my flower bunches had outgrown the pot. The roots were reaching out of the drainage holes. So I did what I’ve never done before. I became a plant surgeon. I broke the soil and gently + firmly replanted both in separate pots.
I wasn’t sure the hanging flowers would make it and it still looks weak, but it’s getting stronger and I’ve seen new green sprouts growing boldly. The other part of the flower bunch that was dying is now thriving. And so new life is triumphing all.
I keep being reminded of Spring 2018 when I was inexpertly plopping soil into a pot thinking, “I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m doing a new thing.” Immediately from this thought, God seemed to say, “I know what I’m doing, I’m doing a new thing.” And He has! And He is!
Transplanting flowers with a courageous hand and celebrating every single new green sprout confirms just how much life God has done & is doing on the outside of me and in the inside of me. I am a gardener. I am a celebrator of life. I am at peace. I am full of hope. I am watching. I am waiting. I am living from a place of joy.
These remind me of God’s faithfulness. . .of His better, fuller life designed for me. I’m learning to step into it. No holding back.
The best thing about prayer journaling, marking soul seasons with flowers, and emailing you every Monday is that I am forced to see God’s love for me even when I don’t feel it. I surround myself with these markers of God’s goodness and I find that history repeats itself.
As God’s child, that is a thrilling and comforting truth. His story is in me and so a history of good & perfect gifts goes on repeating itself even when I feel nothing at all. God is here. . .and I always see & feel again.
Snapdragons bring the good news of God’s goodness every time they bloom.
Me and Little (BIG) Mav on the eve before he turned one week old.😂
During our kidding season, I realized what a gift God has handed to me these last few years. These years have looked + felt so opposite of what I imagined for myself.
But here I am. 💛 Discovering all the delights + joys God has placed in my heart that have spent so long buried beneath chronic pain and my own expectations.
Pain has done the breaking and God has done the healing. . .all the healing I’d ignored before because I assumed I didn’t really need it. But pain teaches me I do need healing. I do need God. I do need expectations wiped out and dreams misplaced, because the discomfort leads me to a better understanding of my real, vibrant, well-loved life from God! Hard & unlikely seasons cannot prevent the good and perfect gifts from God.
Wildflowers before they’re cut and made ready for a vase.
There must be a hundred poetic & symbolic things to say about that! It’s beauty in its truest form! The roots are the greatest part of any wildflower, but they’re hidden away and they will rarely ever see the light of day. But they make the blooms alive, give them the foundation to reach toward the sunshine, splatter my walk with the joy of spring.
And I’m learning that being hidden is crucial to life, to living.