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My brother and sister share a trait that skipped over me in the family line. They have the Midas touch when it comes to houseplants. Unfortunately they are related to a botanical felon. I’m a plant killer, you see. If the botanical police were real, I’d be doing time. Possibly even a life sentence.
I received a plant for my birthday in March. I tried to remember to water it. As I prepared breakfast this morning, I realized another leaf had dropped. Sigh.
If it weren’t for my green-thumbed hubby, our flower beds would be nothing but attention-starved, weed-infested beds of dirt. Every spring he invests time and money to create lovely beds. In fact, one year our neighbor asked if our flowers were plastic because he had never seen blooms so huge for that particular plant. Hubby shared his secret ingredient to growing vibrant annuals.
Ironically enough, I have a nurturing spirit. But I guess if it doesn’t cry, whine, or make its needs known, I tend to forget about it.
The same can be said for our spiritual growth. When we take our eyes off God, a part of us withers and dies. He is our life source. His Sonshine and Living Water quench our thirst and help us to grow in a dry, thirsty world. God’s spiritual feeding comes in the form of prayer, daily Bible reading, and gathering together in His name.
Share Your Thoughts: Do you have seasons when you feel your faith wilting? How do you cultivate your spiritual growth?