My sweet shamrock has lived with us for many years - beginning life as a cutting from my Mom’s beautiful plant. Miraculous, considering my history with plants. Countless numbers have met an untimely end at my hands due either to neglect or cosseting. I have found it possible to love a plant to death.
My recent fussing resulted in a rather sickly looking shamrock. I decided, apart from basic necessities, to leave it alone.
It thrived - its clover-shaped leaves and delicate white flowers bursting with life.
I can't help but think about my own life - the way I try to control and manipulate circumstances to conform to my plan. It doesn't work. the results leave me frustrated and diminished. When I allow the Lord to care for me with His great wisdom and love and do those things necessary for my good, I flourish.