A friend has entrusted her Peace Plant to me for the summer, while she is away.  Now I must confess that my green thumb is suspect.  Some of my plants have thrived, some, not so much.  But now, I feel a sense of responsibility.  I must return it in the fall in good condition.  I don’t have the option of saying, oh it’s just a plant, as I toss the withered remains away. 

What to do?   I put it in a good light window with no harsh sunshine.  I check the soil regularly for moisture.  I even talk to it; someone told me plants thrive on carbon dioxide.  Who knows? I’ve never had a Peace Plant, so I don’t know about its idiosyncrasies.  Apparently, it is a tropical plant, so it likes moisture on its leaves.  Aha, I need a spray bottle.  And it seems that brown tips on the leaves reflect overwatering.  Oops, better be careful.  This is a challenge.

I’m beginning to appreciate all that my Lord needs to do to take care of me.  When do a need a boost?  When do I need comfort?  When do I need to be redirected to my Bible for a generous portion of spiritual food?  Fortunately, my all-knowing Savior knows just what to do and when.

Care comes in all forms.  Whether it’s the care we give to each other, the care our Lord generously gives to us, or the simple care of a small plant.  Our Lord gives the perfect care, his ready and unconditional love.  Caring for each other always works best when it’s accompanied by our love.  As for the Peace plant, we’ll see.  I’ll keep you posted.

Judy