This winter season my plants seemed to have died during the freeze we had recently experienced. My first thoughts were “What can I do?” I pruned them then waited and prayed they would live and bloom. I watched when Spring arrived as God’s miraculous (miraculous means “occurring through divine or supernatural intervention, or manifesting power”) creation began to sprout and eventually bloom during this season. I realized this occurrence came without my control or help and certainly not in my timing. However, when it happened, it was awe-inspiring, giving me hope to see something that looked so dead come alive. I didn’t see the work happening below the surface, the roots growing deeper and wider than ever before. I don’t know all the science behind growing plants. What I do know is that there are things happening that we are not always aware of before the sprouts or blooms occur.
We, as Christians, have seasons that God’s same miraculous works occur in our lives. I went through a season after retirement where I transitioned to caretaker for my mom through hospice. There were days I felt dead or like I was dying. It was like a cold blast of air hitting me and getting the wind knocked out of me… and I came to the realization that I was losing my hope in Christ as I watched my mom suffer. “Is this what I have to look forward to in retirement?” I gave Satan a foothold. This opened a door that I didn’t expect to affect me the way it physically affected me.
That season sent me back into digging deeper and wider into the Word and into my relationship with Christ. I cried out to the Lord to help my unbelief and to create a stronger, firmer foundation in Christ in me. Many elements from the outside began to happen. Things below the surface began to arise. The help of others in the body of Christ praying for and with me for a breakthrough, many encouraging words, sharing of testimonies, and more slowly led to a renewing and transformation within me in all levels: physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.
April of this year, my mother passed away and is now with Jesus, whom she knew. In the service, her pastor felt led to pass on her mantle to all her children and grandchildren; we each got one or more of her gifts in the Holy Spirit. I slept well the night of her burial.
From the next morning on, God had graciously began to restore the hope of glory that I had lost. As I yielded to the transition, I could feel new life growing in me. I have also asked God to prepare me for the future as changes occur naturally in my body with age, but this time I will face them with roots planted deeper and wider in Him. I think God is preparing me for the next season to grow and bloom, with or without disasters.
Each day we start new and we remember He “never leaves us or forsakes us” (Deuteronomy 31: 6 & 8). We also remember that He is “the hope of glory” (Colossians 1:27), our Redeemer! The bloom(s) will appear and open as His glory is revealed through us, and the work He has already accomplished will shine through in His awesome time. I am on God’s timetable and plan. He feeds me daily as I yield to His will, and sprouts and flowers will follow!