As I gazed at the scrawny twig protruding out of a bucket of dirt, I had my doubts that it could even be a wisteria plant, it seemed to be a rather poor attempt of an imposter. And yet my friend who’s gifted green thumbs rival the Incredible Hulk’s in greenness, confirmed her purchase was the real deal. My hopes were high that the enduring trust my friend bestowed on me to tend to this plant would live up to its’ full potential. Awakening a memory of my mom’s friend Joan who was convinced her wisteria’s had the ability to grow rapidly overnight as she slept peacefully; a Jack in the Bean stalk of sorts.
With that promise of its’ future I planted it in faith and waited and watered and waited some more. For several years I watered that twig without much foreseeable future of greatness; while wisteria rambled in others gardens mine was stunted, forlorn and destined for piddly not prolific. Though I’m not sure when it happened, I do know why it happened, As I began to let go of how it was suppose to look, and when it was suppose to look like it. In the absence of my gawking, wee bit of obsessing and comparing it thrived. With quantum leaps and bounds a gift I was entrusted with grew in spite of me, growing by the grace of God to inspire me. Giving me a message as it now rambles along our fence, cascading fragrant blossoms over the beautiful arbor my husband built to support it.
The potential of the spindly twig is God’s promise to make all things beautiful in His time. Perhaps you are staring at a twig in your life longing for it to grow to It’s full God given destiny. Whether it is a personal area in your life, a loved one, or contending for your health. Whatever your twig represents God has the answer for its’ growth. His love and compassion will speak into its’ greatness that is now cleverly disguised as a barren shoot.
Lord, We thank you for your love for us that reaches to the heavens. Your tenderness to bend down to hear the faintest cries of weariness, grief or despair. You care about every detail of our lives whether they be big or seemingly insignificant in the worlds eyes. Thank you Lord for your yes and amen to all your promises.
And then God answered: “Write this.
Write what you see.
Write it out in big block letters
so that it can be read on the run.
This vision-message is a witness
pointing to what’s coming.
It aches for the coming—it can hardly wait!
And it doesn’t lie.
If it seems slow in coming, wait.
It’s on its way. It will come right on time. Habakkuk 2:2-3
Look at the backdrop our daughter in love chose for our Mother’s Day photo, unaware of the next story I had hoped to write . Another God moment too rich not to share .