“A bruised reed shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not quench…” (Isaiah 42:3)

I purchased a three dollar potted amaryllis bulb a few weeks before Christmas. It wasn’t much to look at; just a brown mound protruding from the dirt with a sprig of green growth barely pushing through. I didn’t have high hopes for it, but it was only $3 after all.

I followed the instructions which consisted of putting it in a window, and keeping it moist. Simple enough.

To my surprise, within just a few days, that little sprig began reaching for the sky. It towered well over two feet within the week. The really exciting part began next as it produced a beautiful bud, all full of hope. It was thriving, and I was a proud plant mom.

When it began to unfold in all its glory, I couldn’t contain my joy. I began snapping photos, and sending them to my friends, proudly showing off my little $3 wonder child.

That’s when the tragedy happened. Looking back, I know I should have been more attentive. I should have noticed the disaster coming. Its gorgeous blooms were so heavy that it had become top heavy. Even though I saw it leaning a bit, it didn’t occur to me that I should add a stake for stability.

I walked past it into another room for only a few minutes, and when I came back in, its stalk had broken in half. I was shocked to say the least, to the point of almost being sick. My little $3 bulb that had grown and matured into this lovely masterpiece had been decapitated, and cut down in the prime of her glory.

I had invested too much into this Amaryllis to simply allow its full potential to be forfeited. As I looked closer, I realized there were a few fibers of stalk connecting the blooms to the life-giving base of the plant. It was literally hanging on by a thread (or two). Would that be enough to sustain it? I didn’t know, but I had to try.

Having nothing further to lose, I grasped the top part of the stalk just under the blooms, pushed it down into the gaping wound of the bottom section of stalk and quickly wrapped the two pieces together with an ancient embroidered doily. It was the only thing I could find at the moment. (Sometimes it’s the old things that work best.)

Then I prayed, and held my breath…

Almost a week later, and she’s still blooming her little heart out! But that’s not the end of her story. She’s not just a $3 bulb anymore. She’s my miracle child, and she will bloom and bring joy for many years to come.

IN SUMMARY

If God cares about my $3 Amaryllis, He certainly cares for you. Like the Good Samaritan in the Bible, He will not cast you aside when you are broken or bruised. He will bind up your wounds, and saturate you with the healing oil of His Spirit. He will rebuild, refocus, revitalize and revive you, even If you’re hanging on by a thread (or two).

Warm Regards In Jesus’ Name!

-Pat-