I could kill any plant. Even a cactus is not safe with me.
I’m not the neighbor you ask to water your garden while on vacation. Come to think of it…no one does. (smile)
But this spring, I had my heart set on a beautiful front porch. I dreamed of draping petunias flowing over white flower boxes. I made Pintrest boards and googled landscaping arrangements for flowerbeds. I searched and searched for colors and set a gardening budget.
I bought spray paint and gave old pots fresh faces.
Long and hard hours brought life and color to my front porch. I was proud of my Zebra petunias, pink begonias and marigolds. Fresh Basil and mint. Mmm. My porch spoke of spring.
But between then and now, I forgot something a little important.
Yes, I know.
Now, in my own defense…the back yard is doing just fine. (I even have a little veggie garden – proud grin) but the front porch. Bless it’s heart.
O LORD, the hope of Isreal, all who forsake you shall be put to shame; those who forsake you shall be written in the earth for they have forsaken the LORD, the fountain of living water. Jeremiah 17:13
Jesus spoke to a deep place on Saturday as the brown leaves of my petunias frowned from neglect.
Water them, Becky. There is still life there.
Can’t you see yourself in these pots, Becky? Do you see it? Do not forsake Me. Your leaves will surly whither. Come to the Fountain. Every. Single. Day.
There are seasons that our plans for spiritual growth start big. After cold winters, aren’t we ready to start fresh? We scan bookstore shelves for new books and journals. We sign up for studies. We buy fresh soil and lay out our spring designs.
Flowing, fresh, lively, active, reviving FOUNTAINS of LIVING WATER.