When we started our great room addition 18 years ago I was more than eager to gain some needed space to our 740′ sq. ft home. Finally, a dream kitchen that could accommodate two at once what a concept! ; a dishwasher that was not named me. Plus, enough ample counter space that would actually allow us to leave the microwave out without removing it after each use. Those daily arduous workouts to nuke a meal had me fearing my arm muscles would bulge to rival Popeye the Sailor man, though that might be my husband’s desired look for his bicep’s not so much for me.
Though the pro’s to the addition were off the charts in comparison to any con’s that loomed upon the horizon, a few hiccups needed to be addressed. First of all, I had to gear myself up to the fact a good portion of the backyard landscape would be either dug up or covered in piles of dirt. Not only would it require me turning a blind eye to such mayhem I would also need to relocate any plants I wished to save. Of all the chosen plants I hoped to survive was our Blue Passion flower. This glorious flower derived its’ name from the plants 10 petals and sepals representing the 10 remaining faithful apostles. The flowers radial filaments suggest Jesus’ crown of thorns and the 3 stigma’s the nails that secured Him as He hung on the cross for humanity. What a beautiful reminder every time I stepped out my back door, it’s tangible canopy of love ushering me into my backyard and into glory.
To dig up and try to relocate this robust vine had me concerned I would lose this blooming memorial of God’s grace. When the day came to transplant this large trailing plant I whispered a hardy prayer that this vine would live. Believing in a God that cares about the big and the small things for His beloved children even if we feel it seems too trite. If it matters to you it matters to God. So I asked the God of the universe to have it not only survive the temporary bucket of foreign soil, while the foliage draped like a curtain over the swing set for support; but that it would flourish wherever I chose to relocated it.
Each day as I peered out the kitchen window reality harshly peered back as the vine’s lush green leaves turned brown and curled in protest to the new location. As the days rolled on with no sign of the plant rallying back, my denial that the plant could simply be in shock was no longer a viable option. Feeling a smidge of what Jonah must have felt when his broad-leafed vine, that had brought him comfort and shade suddenly withered away. I too questioned God on this outcome, saddened the vine was unable to recover from this journey.
After several months of remodeling there came a day when the dust settled, hammers stopped pounding and the addition was complete. The new dishwasher hummed and so did I, the stress of upheaval melted into celebration and a huge sigh of relief. However, unbeknownst to me as I was questioning and grieving the loss of my vine, God had already blown a seed of the passion from our previous vine over our roof to nestle securely by our side entry door. That seed grew with quantum leaps and bounds far surpassing the previous vine. Providing a canopy of splendor to all who entered . Marveling at the faithfulness of God when hope seems lost and prayers appear unanswered. That magnificent vine became a testimony that faith can indeed become sight; and dormancy does not mean denial.
Realizing in order to get to God’s true passion for our lives things in the natural may need to shift, or an unhealthy passion die to be replaced and renewed in the proper soil of our heart’s. Reminded that even though some strong passions may get buried in my life from time to time, God is in the business of resurrecting; calling forth new life that will be vital, thriving and producing fruit from the Spirit and not my flesh.
His intentional loving guidance is for the sole purpose that we may live in fuller more intimate walk with the lover of our souls. “For we have been transplanted into the Lord’s garden and under His personal care.” Psalms 92:13
Heavenly Father thank you for your tender loving care. That you always bring new life, new passion for living even when we experience loss and don’t see any immediate beauty with what is happening in our present circumstances. Thank you Jesus that your passion for us never dies even when we don’t see or feel it .
“I will heal him make his lips blossom anew with speech in thankful praise” Isaiah 57 :19