Just over two years ago, we bought and potted a lily. In the hot summer (perhaps because I forgot to give it water), it mostly died off. A green stalk grew back over time, but it refused to flower before we moved to Beaumont last summer. Long before we moved our potted plants to the garage to protect them from the cold of winter, every sign of life was gone from the pot. Parts of the soil had cratered from being knocked over in the wind. I stuck it in the garage with the rest of the plants just to get it out of the way until we decided to plant something else in the Spring.
More than two months after I’d put the rest of the potted plants back out in the yard, I noticed the little blue pot, hidden under a bench in the dark of the garage. To my surprise, the pot had something growing in it. I snapped a photo because it was so discolored and scraggly that it looked like an alien plant to me. I was honestly worried about what might be growing in our garage.
Google lens reassured us that it was a lily, so we set it out on the patio and didn’t expect much. Over the weeks, the white, scraggly stems turned deep, dark green. And today, for the first time in nearly two years, the lily blossomed with one of the most beautiful flowers we’ve ever grown.
Sometimes, nature really does acquaint us with the nature of patience. And sometimes, God melts the ice of our wild souls, until the barren is beautiful once again. I’m so grateful for the beauty I have witnessed today.
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