Pro-Life Jungle

When it comes to human lives, I am an adamant pro-life advocate. Period!

My problem comes when I take the same approach with other things. Like plants.

I don’t bother with outside stuff, but I’ve always had a knack for growing indoor plants. Therein lies the problem.

About twice a year, I have to repot plants to give them more nutritious soil and thin or shorten their trailing vines. My dilemma is what to do with the excess foliage. I can’t bear to throw away any living thing. So, I make another trip to Home Depot for another pot and more potting soil. Hopefully, I can find someone who loves plants to take a few off my hands.

Some of my plants are quite old. Year after year, I keep a plant going from Daddy’s funeral 36 years ago. When I bring it in for the winter, I separate it, cut everything back, and it regrows from there.

A lovely plant flourished in my sunny great room for over 15 years. Its lacy leaves are beautiful. However, it had reached the stage that every time anything came within a foot of it, the crazy thing would shed another bunch of leaves! I would vacuum, turn around, and by golly! There would be a pile of leaves and branches on my fresh floor!

But it was about 15 years old after all. Like some of the more mature beings amongst us, the plant had seen better days.

Enough was enough, but I just couldn’t make myself get rid of the thing! I viciously tore the heavy stalks back to about three inches. And guess what? Within a week, new little branches were sprouting all over the seemingly dead branches!

The will to live is strong. The desire to keep growing and thriving is a God-given, inborn trait.

One of my favorite Bible verses is – But the godly will flourish like palm trees and grow strong like the cedars of Lebanon, for they are transplanted to the Lord’s own house. They flourish in the courts of our God. Even in old age they will still produce fruit; they will remain vital and green. They will declare, “The Lord is just! He is my rock!   Psalm 92:12-15  NLT

I think God sometimes prunes me in my mature season when like my plant, everything seems to be falling apart. God needs to remind me I don’t have life figured, and I need an attitude adjustment. Even if the trimming and cutting are a little painful or bothersome,  I need to accept the process and step out with fresh purpose to achieve new life goals. God isn’t finished with me yet! Yay, God!

Blessings

KB                    

I also have kefir grains I can’t bear to pitch. Plants or kefir grains, anyone?