I brought it in last fall, knowing a Minnesota winter would kill it, but alas, it did not fare much better under my regime of general neglect punctuated with panic-stricken waterings now and again. My indoor plants are definitely "out of sight, out of mind." The divide between green thumb and black thumb is at the water faucet in our house. How hard is it, really, to water a plant faithfully when it needs it? I have never forgotten to feed and water myself or my family, but these green living things don't make enough of a fuss. If only I could hear their little green voices crying out thinly, "we're thirstyyyyyyyyy." But no, they just quietly suffer, droop, dry out and (sometimes) die. Oh the guilt!
One of the first Bible verses I memorized was from Psalm 63:1:
Oh God,
Thou art my God
I shall seek You earnestly
My soul thirsts for you,
My flesh yearns for you
In a dry and weary land
Where there is no water.
This is the country in which my plants live much of the time: A Dry and Weary Land Where There Is No Water. I have lived in this same land, on and off. I have known the soul thirstiness of the psalmist, and unlike my little green friends, I do not tend to suffer in silence. How grateful I am that my God is not a fickle or forgetful gardener (like me) but knows just when and how much life-giving water to give me. Are you thirsty?
Whoever is thirsty, let him come; and whoever wishes, let him take the free gift of the water of life. Revelation 22:17
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