I do not have a thumb of green-
I have a thumb of death.
Every living plant we’ve had-
I’ve choked it of its breath.
O how I wish I could preserve
this beauty’s crimson hue
But tossing out its blackened husk
Is likely what I’ll do.
My track record of keeping plants alive is pretty dismal. My husband says I have a thumb of death. To this date, I have been unable to keep anything that grows alive- except for my children, of course! Every year my husband brings home a beautiful poinsettia from his office. The one he brought home this year is so big, it’s actually wider than our Christmas tree! The blooms are simply gorgeous. But I am already having pity on this poor plant because of my horrible track record.
But like all growing things- a little TLC goes a long way. The truth of the matter is that I simply forget to water them. I take them for granted, and then when I notice those blooms aren’t smiling back at me- well, they are too far gone to bring them back.
So, here I am again… with another chance to keep this poinsettia alive. I am thankful that He gives us second chances. Even when I have waited far too long to drink His water, when I know that my “bed” is dry- it’s never too late. As long as there is breath in our bodies- His grace is sufficient for us when we come to Him.
But those who drink the water I give will never be thirsty again. It becomes a fresh, bubbling spring within them, giving them eternal life. John 4:14
Lord, help me remember to come to You…. and help me tend to all the living things in my life!