Little Schmittle!

Starting out little doesn’t mean you’ll stay little. This is  what can happen with good soil, a little water, some sunshine and plenty of room to grow!

This lovely plant started out as a piddly, 2-inch tall, single stem and and single flower plant-ling.

This plant-ling (plant-ling is a word that I just now made up) was the runt of the litter, so to speak. I felt so sorry for it.  It didn’t look like it had a chance at all. On a whim, I placed it in this pot, which is 12 inches deep and 12 inches wide, with about 4 inches of soil, just to see what would happen. It looked pretty lost and lonely in there for a long while, but once it got started things moved very quickly…and look at what it became!

There is much to be drawn from how long my little plant-ling spent just absorbing the nutrients from the moist soil, the refreshing water, and the warmth of the sun before any outward sign of growth began to show itself.  In fact, I’d say it was a month or more just resting, and strengthening before it shot up. ..but once it started, it was at full strength in less than a week.  Remember…this was the runt…the one that had  little or no future, and it grew to be the largest and healthiest of the lot!

There is a parallel here.  When we really give ourselves over to Christ, allowing ourselves to be planted in good soil, i.e. a good church, letting Him water us with his Word, and warm us with the sunshine of his love, then allowing ourselves all the room we need to grow, the growth we experience is amazing, and the beauty revealed within us –breathtaking.  This is especially true if you are, or feel like, one of life’s runts.  The smaller and weaker you are in life, the more glorious the change.

Do you want your life to blossom like my plant has? Has your life already blossomed like my plant has?  I would love to hear your story!

As always, thanks for reading and God bless!
Margie

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2 thoughts on “Little Schmittle!

  1. That is a wonderful analogy Margie. And it has special meaning to me because it was a daisy plant. That was my dad’s favorite flower and after he passed away daisies sprang up on the side of our driveway in the rocks! We never planted them but there they were. It was a wonderful confirmation that my dad was in a good place.

    1. Margie Latch says:

      Thank you Ann! Yes ma’am…he is! God bless!!

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