I was thinking about plants, soil, and blooms yesterday. There is something about this time of year that turns nearly everyone into a budding horticulturist. Of course, for me, mine morphed into thoughts of people, life, and the fruit from our lives.
Each of us is like a plant. We have roots, leaves, soil, and prayefully, blooms. Now God has created each of us to fill some role in this world and because of that, He didn’t create all dasies, or hyacinths, or even flowers! Some of us are trees while others are grasses or ornamentals. And all of those different plants have different soil needs. Some need more sand while others need to be kept moist. Some are inclined to alkaline while others… yes, it’s predictable isnt’ it… are acidic lovers.
Think of what happens when an acid loving azalea marries a gardenia. Suddenly two very different needs must be met in the same ‘soil’. For the azalea to demand that the soil be amended to suit only him would be just as thoughtless as it would be for the gardenia to insist on ‘her way or no way’. The same is true, of course, for their children. While they all have similar needs that can be met together others must be tailored to the plant that God created. All plants need air, water, soil, and nutrients.
This is, of course, one reason for people to be wise in whom they marry. Some people are simply too different to make a good spouse no matter how much they seem to ‘fit together’. Then again, some plants look sickly and limp in their current soil. With some careful transplanting, allowing for some soil shock, plants can finally thrive and flourish if given a second chance in a healthier environment. I’ve seen marriages like this. The husband or wife seem stifled in the home they grew up in but once married and settled into their new home, they blossom as never before.
Speaking of blossoming, it is quite common for healthy plants to look beautiful but never bloom. They seem healthy enough, the plant is strong, it’s weathered years of changes and always looks gorgeous but if a rosebush is just another green bush, it isn’t very satisfying. You wanted a rosebush, not a shrub. However, if put through a rigorous pruning process we often discover the blooms were there waiting to burst forth once excess foilage is removed.
And young tender plants often require pinching. The baby plants aren’t allowed to bloom at first in order to produce a stronger and more lovely fragrant flower later. It sounds much like our daughters doesn’t it? We restrict the tendency to early relationships with the opposite sex in order to save their blossoming for such a time as they can truly grow and flourish as God intended.
I can’t seem to stop finding ways to apply this. Our children’s educational needs, personal growth needs, and interrelational needs. I certainly do not want to give the impression that I believe God has so over specialized each of us that we must recreate a specific world for each of our children.. That would be both foolish for us and for them.
There is a popular saying, “Bloom where you are planted.” This is an excellent exercise in contentment. However if it is impossible, due to soil, light, or other defiiencies, for us to bloom where we were planted, woudln’t it be wise for us to at least amend our soil so that we can!
Isn’t it amazing that Jesus referred to us as seeds sown and our actions as fruit? It truly does fit the analogy. I never cease to be amazed at the myriad of ways we can describe the life our Lord has given us.