|See it there, happy in the book corner? It loves books.|
It was thick and heavy, and it rode in our U-Haul truck three different times. In each home, in every lighting, when it was forgotten and when it was remembered, it grew. No matter what, it thrived.
After its third ride in the moving truck, I set the plant on a wicker bookshelf.
|Happy, even with the brown spot from its night spent outside.|
I cried while I cleaned up the mess. I thought it was hopeless.
But I remembered something my mom had said about this plant - that it could grow roots from nothing. So I put one of the leaves into a glass of water and waited.
And of course, Mom was right.
When the root was puny but the leaf was still green, I planted it. And now it has seven leaves.
Or make that eight.
|See the sprout? That's a new leaf.|
One little leaf started a whole new life. And she looks happy now, doesn't she?
Sometimes a little light. . .
and some stretching space for our roots. . .
are just what we need to grow strong.
And we'll discover the secret to thriving is trust. We trust the One who gives us all we need - because He is all we need. He's light and water and food and vine, and He gives us room to stretch ourselves long.
And from our weak little root comes something unexpected: multiplication.
Considering the lilies (or the philodendrons),