From the Purple Depths
At one of the 99 cent stores a few weeks ago, I rescued a scrawny African violet. It was nestled down in a green plastic pot, and though it was a pitiful sight, my tender heart was willing to plunk down the 99 pennies and take the little fella home with me. I wish you could see the plant now: It is magnificent.
It’s beauty began showing.
. . . almost by the day I could see it preening . . .
. . . until it turned into this
It’s pretty cool. Pick up a scrawny potted plant, supply a little bit of food and the right kind of water, think of the best window to set it in, and think of its warmth, and even talk to the little fella a bit. Then by the day watch the plant flourish, set buds, new stems and wide leaves. Pretty cool.
Even better–and much more cool–is to see a person who may be a bit scrawny, may have been neglected, may have been jostled around and have set on a shelf much too long. Little attention, poor food, no one to talk too, no one to see the potential that is way down inside that plant. Find such a person, feed them–oh, not just with a hamburger or a salad, but with words of wisdom, with compliments, with challenges . . . with love.
You might be surprised . . . from the purple depths–or the black depths– most likely will emerge a work of magnificence. And hey! If you hadn’t taken that plant home, it just might have died. Probably would have.