So neither the one who plants nor the one who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things grow.
I have a confession: I am a plant assassin. Yes, ma’am. If there’s a plant in your life you would like to die, just give it to me, and I will have it taken care of in no time.
In spite of that, last summer I did a very brave thing. I bought a tomato plant. To understand why that’s an act of courage, let me share my history of plants with you one more time. Don’t worry, we’ve already covered most of it, and I can sum it all up in three little words:
I kill them.
Every few years I decide to change my wicked, plant-hit-woman ways. I wander into a store for completely unrelated reasons and there they are . . . rows of promising little pots just begging to be taken home (well, in my case they are probably hollering for me to leave them there).
This year I yielded to temptation and picked up a cherry tomato plant.
I put it in the sunshine.
I watered it.
Sometimes I forgot.
Then I went out of town.
I came home and my little plant had turned the color of crispy French fries. “Too bad,” I said to myself. “Another one bites the dust.” I felt a bit disappointed because this time I really tried. I watered that thing. I put it in the sun. I even talked to it and told it what a good little plant it was.
I strolled across the yard with sorrow in my southern heart. But when I got to that plant, I stopped right in my tracks.
Lo and behold, two bright red tomatoes smiled up at me.
I clapped my hands. Not only had my crispy plant managed to survive, it had just grown my very first tomatoes.
I carried those tomatoes into the house and showed my husband. I took pictures of them. I put them on Facebook.
My little dream had somehow managed to come true in spite of my shortcomings.
That’s often how it works. We set out with good intentions. Then life interferes, we forget to water, we go out of town, and we think the dream is surely done. But all the while God is still working in mysterious ways beyond our understanding.
If you have a dream that looks like crispy French fries in the sun, don’t give up yet. Because you just never know. Sometimes when we least expect it, when we don’t deserve it, when we can hardly believe it . . . everything changes.
My little plant has two more tomatoes on it. They’re still green, and I’m watching, waiting, seeing the “impossible” grow before my eyes.
Yes, we are to try our best to “water” and persevere in what we do with our dreams. But at some point, we will fail. Instead of giving up, we can rely on God to make things grow in spite of us.
If your dream has gotten a little wilted, don’t give up yet.
Look for growth and get back to work on it.
You never know when the best is yet to be.
Shared by: Holley Gerth
p.s. Would you like more encouragement for your God-sized Dreams? Holley’s books You’re Made for a God-sized Dream and Opening the Door to Your God-sized Dream can help!