I have this plant that sits in the corner of my living room. (Oh Yeah…and there sits my precious girl, Sam.)
(Ahh, don’t you love what a professional blogger I am, with the eye of an eagle photography? I spy a turned over watering can and box of tissue out of its very decorative box. Oh well.)
Meanwhile back at the ranch….I have this corn plant that has been sitting in the corner of my living room for nine years. Only because that sideways watering can is there, does it ever get watered. I’ll see the can every so often and am reminded to give the old girl some water. Now, twice a year I will roll her out the front door to wash her down and get the layer of dust off of her. Oh yeah, call me Little Miss Green Thumb. It sits in the corner, gets random watering and almost no sunshine. The plant is almost six feet tall and probably needs to be replanted in a bigger pot.
So, on our first warm day, I decided to roll her outside, wash her down and let her have a good dose of sunshine. Then a few nights later, after bringing her back inside, Thomas and I kept smelling something. We walked around the room getting faint whiffs of a strong perfume-like smell. We stuck our noses in bags, into pillows and in my yarn stash. We couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. During the day there was no scent. Then the following night, we had the same experience of smelling a strong perfume. Again, we looked and sniffed all around. Then after kissing me goodnight, Thomas walks past the corn plant and exclaims “Oh My Gosh! It’s this plant!” I said “No way! That plant has never bloomed!”
I have to admit that on the day I brought it back inside, we noticed these green nodule things growing from it. We had no idea what it was. We had never seen anything like it on this plant before. So here we were, days later and these beautiful flowers were blooming!
The very interesting thing about all of this, (as if just blooming for the first time in nine years wasn’t enough to knock your socks off), the flower only opened up and spread its perfume at night! Lookie here….in this picture above that I took in the morning, the petals are closed.
Here at night…open and full of fragrance. I was blown away by this event. Really I was! I went to my IPad and asked ‘The Google’. It said that one would rarely see this plant bloom indoors, possible but very rare. Huh!
Of course this got me all a thinking about the week I had been having. It was a very busy one. One that left me not feeling so great about myself.
Ladies from my church joined the ladies at the mission for coffee, dessert and some doodling.
Bags were filled with a drawing journal, colored pencils, an eraser and pencil sharpener for each of the women at the shelter to keep. I prepared the flip chart with examples to show the girls. I made an orange cake that afternoon. But then things went down from there. I was late. I forgot the cord to the coffee pot. I forgot my notes. What I thought would take 45-60 minutes took 30 minutes.
What exactly is Praying in Color, you may be wondering? In a quick definition, it is praying through lines, doodles and color. It is just another way to clear our minds in order to talk and listen to God. It isn’t about drawing a piece for a museum, but using the simple tools of a pencil and colored pencils or crayons or markers to focus on a person, bible verse or concern.
Needless to say, at the end of the evening I felt like a complete failure. I had forgotten some key elements I wanted to share. There wasn’t as much sharing as I had hoped . I knew for sure I had bombed. I was so spastic and felt uncreative.
The next morning I received a text from my friend Zina. She asked how the evening went. I gave her my heartfelt truth, it was awful. She replied, “Well, that’s not what I hear! I heard from two gals who said it was wonderful! They loved they way you broke it down into simple elements and made it fun!” Huh. Two days later, when I walked into Miracle Hill to do my bible study with the ladies, Becky, the Women’s Director, called me into her office. Smiling her big ol smile “The ladies loved Tuesday night!” Huh
During the bible study that morning, one of the ladies said she wanted to show me something. This is her picture,above, that she drew during her quiet time with God. She said she felt such peace while she was drawing.
Wow. Again my assumptions got the best of me. I assumed I was a certified plant killer. But as I researched this corn plant, it likes irregular watering, low light and to be pot bound.
When things didn’t work out the way I, Me, Myself, Mary wanted, I figured it was a failure. But as I am learning, I see that it isn’t about the way I see it, but the way God sees it. I did what he wanted me to do. I helped organize and plan an evening that would help women discover a different way to be with Him. I shared this love of doodling, color and prayer with others and then He took it from there. I failed in the worldly sense, but God doesn’t need my perfection in order to do his work. In fact when I am at my worst, He is at his Greatest!
That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong. 2 Corinthians 12:10