I don’t have a green thumb. But I deeply love flowers and their vibrant colors and their natural aromatherapy. Joy erupts from deep within me when I am surrounded by them. So this Spring I decided to transform my somewhat dull and barren deck into a “flower full” explosion. The excitement with which I chose the flowers from Lowe’s in their plastic containers and transplanted them into clay pots was overwhelming! Days passed. I watered. The Georgia sun blazed on their petals. The soil rapidly dried up. I watered some more. Some flourished to my amazement. And some withered an died, equally to my amazement.
I looked sadly and wantingly at the burnt up brown blossoms that were once screaming with colored life.
Then my mother, who truly does have a green thumb came to give some well needed advice. “You just need to dead-head them,” she said with such ease and confidence. “Dead head?” I queried dismissing images of punk rockers curiously enough. With a pair of scissors she tragically snipped off the heads of dead blossoms. The ones with no life. “Dead heading will allow new blossoms to grow” she said.
And in that instant, I heard God speak. I heard God teaching us again. Grace in the ordinary. Sometimes it takes some dead-heading in our lives to allow new life to grow. What dead heading needs to happen in your life? Dead words, dead thoughts, dead stories, maybe even some folks we need to chop out of our lives? You know, those things in our lives that give no life, no joy, no encouragement, no safety, no hope. And we need the courage to let them go. To cut them out.
Its simply amazing the transformation that takes place when you do a little dead heading. Hope restored. God’s grace. New growth. New possibilities. New beginnings. Abundant life. Now I sit and watch and water and wait for my new blossoms.