He Will Never Forget
She came to us just before Christmas wearing lush blooms of red and brilliant green leaves- a beautiful addition to our Christmas decorations. I, who have the unhappy reputation of killing nearly every plant that comes under my care, managed to get her through not only the magical days of Christmas but all the way to another one. Somehow, she continued to bloom and grow that whole year. By summer, the red had given way to leaves of green and a bigger pot was in order.
I decided to put her outside on the patio – a risky move here in Central Texas where the sun beats down nearly every day and the temperatures soar. I chose a spot where the morning sun gave way to shady afternoons and made a fervent promise to water and feed her regularly. And for a while I did.
However, you know what they say about those old sayings (“out of sight; out of mind” for instance); they inevitably prove to true. One morning, as I watered my indoor plants I suddenly remembered the poor poinsettia sitting helplessly outside in the bright sunlight.
I rushed to bring her water, apologizing profusely the whole time. I had made a promise. How could I have forgotten my poor helpless plant?
We, each of us, have known times when our circumstances leave us feeling helpless and abandoned. Unlike my poinsettia plant, we have One who cares for us who isn’t forgetful, who never takes His eyes off of us and always keeps His promises. When your soul cries out for help – He hears.
So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. Isaiah 41:10
Blessings,
Linda
P.S. Miss Poinsettia is doing well – despite my forgetfulness. Amazing what a little water will do!
I am glad that your poinsettia is doing well. I do not have a green thumb. I just ‘killed’ a beautiful orchid. 🙁
I am thankful that the Lord does not forget me and is always with me.
What a promise! That He will uphold us when we need His strength! I’m like Iris – not a green thumb but enjoy the beautiful blossoms around me.
What a great analogy, Linda, and good images. I’m glad the plant survived – just like we are surviving!