Have you ever met someone who can make anything grow? They seem to work miracles--they bring plants back from the brink of death. They can make even the most stubborn of flowers thrive under the most challenging of environments.
I, on the other hand, am the complete opposite. All plants (and some small animals--don't ask) die in my care. Don't ever give me a plant or flower thinking it will brighten my day and "it is so easy to take care of." I know you mean well, but it will die. No kidding. My husband once gave me a heart shaped bamboo (I know--so romantic) that didn't even have any roots; it just sat in some rocks and I just had to fill the jar with some water every couple of days. It lasted longer than most, but yep--it kicked it. I just have a black thumb I guess.
I've been thinking why it is that I can experience the greatest growth on my life right now, while I have this ugly disease. It is because I have a great gardener! He is a miracle worker that's for sure. He brings brown, shriveled lives back from the brink of death (actually beyond death) and breathes new life into his creations. He makes beautiful blooms come from even the ugliest of plants.
The only reason I have any life at all is because I have a gardener who planted me and waters me and helps me grow. He has the green thumb and he works wonders despite my brown one. I just need to trust him and bloom where I am planted.
The Spirit of God has made me; the breath of the Almighty gives me life. Job 33:4