I’ve been looking at a snow-covered, ice-draped world for too long. The hard frozen white is melting, but ever so slowly. It will be a while before trees stop looking like gray stick figures and the ground like dried-out toast.
I need some color in my life!
I head for the garden center. I take my time and pretend I finally won that trip to the tropics.
Pots, pots, and more pots, filled with living, breathing, radiant possibilities! Some just beginning. Some root-bound. All vibrant and alive!
Pot after pot after pot.
Makes me think of all the pots in my life.
I’ve lived in twenty different pots in my forty years of marriage. Some large. Some small. Some old. Some new. Some borrowed. One even blue.
But none for very long.
A few of my pots.
Just when my roots started to grow, I’d be repotted. Sometimes it was a carefully, well-orchestrated transplant. Other times it was unexpected. Some pots were perfect. Others not so much.
Repotting was never easy.
In most cases, my roots eventually took hold and blossoms would come. Some were small and fragile. Some lasted only a season. Others big and bold. But no matter—blooming felt good!
But I didn’t always bloom. And that didn’t feel good.
The framed poster at the end of the hall in my present-day pot says, “Grow where you are planted.” Not the more familiar, “Bloom, where you are planted.”
That’s on purpose.
“You don’t always have to be blooming to be growing,” says Ruth Chou Simons in Gracelaced, Discovering Timeless Truths Through Seasons of the Heart.
Sometimes the job isn’t what you thought it would be. The doctor doesn’t have good news, and your best friend is too far away to share a box of Kleenex. Your little shoot isn’t invited to the birthday party.
Blooming just isn’t in the picture.
But in the meantime, there’s some green.
A sunrise out my kitchen window.
Baking cookies with my granddaughter.
A crocus sprouting. (Finally!)
I’m still geting used to my new pot that’s one year and three months old today.
I don’t feel as though I’m blooming right now, but deep down I know I’m growing.
My faith tells me, with God there’s purpose in everything. He’s always working, even in the mundane. There’s more going on than meets the eye.
But when life is mundane, and when you or that little shoot of yours doesn’t seem to be blooming, keep watering. Watch for new life. Celebrate the green.
In time, the blooms will come!
Here are a few books to share with that special child in your life while waiting for the blooms.
And after all that reading, try this simple PBS hands-on project with your child. It’s an easy way to plant the seeds you’ll see blooming this summer!
And by the way . . .
I did come home with a little green for my home . . . and some color, too!
Here’s to the green in your life, and the color that’s yet to come!