Alive!

Brought in the fig tree from my sister – out of winter’s cold

Leaves slowly wither - all that remains is a stick

It looks dead

It sits in our garage - I water it – occasionally-

My dead stick

I think there’s life under that ground, but I can’t be certain.

(This is my first year growing a fig)

The winter goes on long

Dark in the garage

But I water my stick

Will it come back to life?

I believe it will

I hope it will

Spring arrives – the ground begins to warm

Soon I will see if my stick survived

I bring it into the warmth of the basement

Tiny leaves appear!

I am thrilled- YES!

It is still alive!

When the nights turn warm I dig a hole and plant my fig back outside

Spring showers and summer warmth and sunshine do their work

The fig grows – it flourishes.

I can relate

In the past two years I was stripped till I felt bare as a stick

But underneath I knew my roots were still intact.

The warmth and sunshine of God’s love came through his people,

And the watering of His word did its work

By the grace of God I survived

I am alive and flourishing!