I have a plant.
I love this plant.
It’s called an Asparagus Fern.
My mom used to own it and I remember it from the time I was just a little boy. When my parents split, I took the plant. I’ve had it for ages. A few years ago my mom told me that I could take the plant out of the pot it was in, and separate the roots. I could then take these parts of the plant and put them into separate pots.
I did this.
The plant began to look sickly and I was afraid it was going to die. For a long time it looked terrible and I wondered if I should throw it out, so I wouldn’t have to watch it wither away.
I didn’t.
I watered it, and kept it in just the right amount of sunlight.
Something amazing happened…it got better. The green returned to its leaves and it started to grow…in both pots. I was thrilled. I now have three plants…two in my house, and one in my classroom.
I think that our lives are an awful lot like this plant. There have been times we’ve been uprooted and “torn apart” so to speak. These are hard times when we just want to give up and toss everything into the trash. But we can’t…we need to keep going. There will be growth again and a feeling of newness, however, it usually takes time.
A few years ago, Amy Grant came out with a song called, “It Takes a Little Time.” My favorite line from this song is:
To get your feet back on the ground
It takes a little time sometimes
To get the titanic turned back around.”
Sometimes we just need to be a little more patient with ourselves.
Life never ceases to amaze me...even with all the strains and adversity, my plant lives.
I love my plant.
