Today I decided to sweep all of the pecans and leaves off of my back patio. As I did, I noticed this beautiful petunia, blooming like it thought it was spring! I planted it last May beneath a big potted fern, hoping to fill the pot with color. The little petunias did not do very well, dwarfed by the larger plant. Arkansas has already seen its share of cold weather, freezing most everything else in the yard. Perhaps, this little petunia survived strengthened by its determination to live. And now, after almost everything else in the yard has withered and died, this beautiful petunia declares its glory.
After my father died, my mother and I were visiting my father’s mother, Grandmother Smith. She had this little sign stuck up over her stove, “Bloom where you are planted.” I remember my mother looking at that sign and saying, “That’s what I have to do now.” So, she sold their beloved house on the bayou, packed up her belongings and moved to Arkansas. For 26 years, she “bloomed”, joining a new church and making new friends.
God protects us long enough, teaching, strengthening and empowering until it’s time to step out on our own. Like the little petunia on my patio, we can surely bloom when He steps away and sends us out to do His work in the world, knowing without a doubt that He is only a step away. Even something as small and insignificant as a little Christmas petunia can give me “God bumps.”