This morning I almost got tossed into the trash. You see, my gardener’s wife was on a journey to clean the house, and once she starts the journey, there’s no stopping her. I thought it was bad enough yesterday. She sprayed my leaves with Endust, as I relaxed on the dining room table. I coughed and choked, thinking I was dying. She didn’t notice, but kept right on spraying anything with a trace of dust. I hoped my gardener would notice, but he was asleep on the sofa. She finally tired and collapsed on the sofa next to him. Whew! What a close call!
Today she started her cleaning frenzy again. In fact, she picked me up, gave a quick assessment of my shape and asked my gardener a frightening question. “Is it okay if I toss this plant? I don’t see any flowers.”
He sat up and reminded her that I still had leaves. You should have seen her face when she took another look. See for yourself. I’m still an orchid, not just any old flower. Just because I have no blossoms now doesn’t mean I’m dead. In a matter of time, with the proper care, I’ll be stronger and more beautiful. If she’d only leave me alone and let my master take care of me, in time, I’d bloom again.
What if plants really talked? I’m sure they’d have me on the “plant watch list.” I wonder how many people we’ve discounted or cast out for having no blossoms. The good news is God’s not through with any of us yet. The Bible says “In His time, He makes all things beautiful.” Let’s patiently wait on Him and ask Him to help us see from His perspective.