Three Violets

African Violents

A couple of months ago, these three African violets were one overgrown, root bound, sickly violet in need of some tender loving care. I stopped at Lowe’s for some pots and soil and took the monster violet outside to split it up into three pots. I thought they would look good separated and arranged on our rectangular coffee table in the living room.

Two of the violets split well, surviving the trauma of being cut into thirds with ample roots. The middle violet didn’t do as well. When I covered it’s rootless stem with soil in its new pot home, I wasn’t sure it would survive. Sure enough, in the weeks that followed the violet’s stronger brothers thrived and even bloomed, while the middle violet wilted, lost leaves, and looked as if it wasn’t going to make it.

I persisted. I watered and fertilized faithfully. I cut away dead leaves. I even spoke encouragingly to it, hoping it would hang on. This morning I noticed that not only are some of the older leaves recovering, but there are also new, bright green leaves sprouting from the center. The weaker violet is going to make it.

I had options regarding this weak violet. I could have replaced it. Violets are easy to come by, but I like these white ones because of their simplicity and they aren’t easy to find. I could have made do without it completely, but I’m drawn to arrangements of things in threes.

I’m trying to figure out how this applies to life in general. What comes to mind is the familiar phrase, “Time heals all wounds.” I suppose that’s true, although we may not be as open to the way healing winds up presenting itself. Moreover, immersed in a world that teaches us to expect immediate results, we rarely give time the patience required to see recovery through to the end.

I’m glad I gave the middle violet a chance to recover the hurt I inflicted upon it. I hope to watch it flourish and bloom for years to come. If it continues to grow, I will feel a sense of accomplishment and joy every time I see it.


Peony, 2012It seemed a long time coming, but some things are worth waiting for. This peony finally bloomed today.

The bud of a peony begins smaller than the tip of a pinky finger. But when it finally opens…behold its magnificence!

Acceptance, reconciliation, and grace for all God’s people is even more beautiful.

Break down the walls and let it be so, so that all of us may say together, “Finally!”

There’s So Much Wrong with This Picture

Me Mowing the Lawn

There’s so much wrong with this picture:

  1. It’s November 14th and I’m mowing the lawn. (It should be way too cold to mow by now.)
  2. It looks like I’m about to mow down a bush.
  3. I have two teenage boys and one teenage girl but I’m mowing the lawn.
  4. I’m mowing the lawn on November 14th and it’s warm enough to take my shirt off.
  5. I’m mowing the lawn with my shirt off and I’m an old man.
  6. I called Frank to take a picture of me mowing with my shirt off.
  7. Frank came and took the picture.
  8. I posted it to my blog.