“Oh, Honey,” I asked, “what happened,” finding my youngest grandchild attempting to scoop handfuls of dirt off the carpet. Bursting into tears, this precious child sobbed, “I was gonna get paper and colors out of the desk. When I opened the drawer, the plant tipped over.”
I noticed my Christmas cactus was a little wonky but upright on its table. I got down on my knees hugging and assuring my six-year-old granddaughter that she did nothing wrong. “Grandma set the plant too close when she brought it inside for winter.” I moved the little table away from the desk and explained, “I’ll clean it up later. You can get your things and color while I finish making lunch.”
I ignored the mess for the remainder of her weekend stay. The morning after she left, I had no motivation and felt incapable of tackling it. My decade-old cactus had several broken cladodes, the fleshy green segments. I picked segments off the floor, laid them on the table, and ignored the task for several more days.
Later, I chided myself, “It’s a plant! Get on it and clean up the mess.” While I went to retrieve the vacuum, a thought occurred to me, “Maybe the pieces can be used for propagation.” A quick internet search confirmed my hunch, and my delayed cleanup became advantageous.
“Hmm mid-November, I have time to start some cuttings and give them as gifts.” What was an unpleasant chore now excited me. I could give others the possibility of bright blooms that deliver festive color to me each year.
After educating myself on the best methods of cacti propagation, I settled my wonky-looking plant back to its former position, pruned off all broken cladodes, and salvaged several cuttings, 15 to be exact. On my kitchen table, I set out five half-pint jelly jars, starting my mini greenhouse. Then I waited to see if any would sprout. In about a week, new growth of little white roots began appearing. In three weeks, all had varying lengths of tiny roots. I felt confident I could pot them and give the new cuttings away.
I decorated the rims of some terra cotta pots, placed them in drainage saucers with colored glass gems, and planted the new cuttings. While admiring the new life in a row of ready-to-giveaway plants, the quiet voice of the Holy Spirit spoke:
“That’s a visual of what I do with broken lives. You may only see the horror of damage. However, once a heart is yielded to me, a broken and healed soul will still bloom. And greater yet, new life can be cultivated as people testify to what I have done.”
Similarly, God provided Ezekiel a vision of Israel’s glorious restoration:
“The hand of the LORD was on me, and he brought me out by his Spirit and set me down in the middle of the valley; it was full of bones. He led me all around them. There were a great many of them on the surface of the valley, and they were very dry. Then he said to me, ‘Son of man, can these bones live?’
I replied, ‘Lord GOD, only you know.’
He said to me, ‘Prophesy concerning these bones and say to them: Dry bones, hear the word of the LORD! This is what the Lord GOD says to these bones: I will cause breath to enter you, and you will live. I will put tendons on you, make flesh grow on you, and cover you with skin. I will put breath in you so that you come to life. Then you will know that I am the LORD’ ” (Ezekiel 37:1-6, CSB).
“I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit within you; I will remove your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh. I will place my Spirit within you and cause you to follow my statutes. . .” (Ezekiel 36:26-27, CSB).
Dear Reader, have you trusted God to transform your heart causing you to bloom? Are you allowing the Holy Spirit to cultivate restoration and new life through the word of your testimony?
Dear Father God, I’m so glad that You can heal all soul wounds—thank You. You are great, from a field of dry bones You generate new life. It’s not too difficult for You to bring forth blooms in broken people. LORD, let the words of my mouth testify of Your greatness pointing others to You the giver of new life. Glory and honor to our Savior Jesus Christ. Amen.
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