They all looked so pretty in the parking lot. Yesterday, the store I was about to enter had rows of flowers and plants for sale, greeting every customer that drove by. I just had to get a closer look. After some careful perusing, I chose three plants to purchase. One of the plants looked healthy, but had no bloom. I could see what type it was by looking at the leaves and the information on the pot. I didn’t know exactly what color it would be. I chose it anyway. I would just have to wait and see.
It was already dark when I removed my new plants from their containers and transplanted them into a ceramic foliage bowl. I carefully lifted each one out of their nursery pots, their intricate maze of roots intertwining with the damp and arid soil. Gently I placed them into their new home. After watering my new treasures, I left them near our front fountain, joining other splashes of color from hearty plants already in place.
When I came home after work today, I glanced toward the fountain area. A beautiful, solitary pink bloom was emerging from the clump of leaves. Delicate and new, it was proudly unfolding. I was very pleased.
God understands us even when we have trouble knowing our own selves. He sees the potential for gorgeous blooms, though the rest of the world may only see leaves. He takes note of our stature, believing that we can grow to new heights if we only allow Him to transplant, water and prune us to His liking. He gently lifts us out of the comfortable soil into the new larger containers of life where we can expand and grow as we were created to.
Even when we cannot detect the "bloom" in ourselves or in others, cherish the fact that God sees what we cannot. In His perfect timing, a burst of color will come forth, announcing God’s sovereign work in our lives, producing fragrant petals for His glory.