an addition to the last post: I do have a few friends in WA where things go both ways (mainly the riders~)
A friend came over the other night needing something, and for some reason, I started talking about my plants (<3), perticuarly the orange. I dont quite know what prompted the conversation/example, but I wanna share it here.
Coming into the year, I was not a plant person. My thumb was a brownish-black and I thought they were kinda stupid. But a couple of Saturdays ago, seconds before I dumped my trash, I notieced that someone had put the orange plant that I had so admired the semester earlier in the trash. Cerious as to what was wrong with the plant, I took it down to the green house to be evaluated, and it turns out it only had spider mites. Since then I have faithfully sprayed the leaves three-four times a day with water to try and kill off the spider mites. Is it working? Well, I've seen new growth, both in new leaves and flower buds, so I must be doing something right. You see, mercy was me taking the plant out of the trash and to the green house, giving it another chance at life. Grace is me spraying the plant three-four times a day. When asked why I trouble myself in spraying the plant instead of letting it fend for itself (survival or fail), its because I enjoy the plant, spraying it, seeing the signs of growth; I enjoy doing what I can to aid/ensure its growth. It hasn't done anything to deserve the high maintaince, but out of grace, I pour time and energy into "fixing" it.
Similarly, with God I haven't done (or could do) anything to deserve or ever earn his love and his doting upon me. Goodness knows Im a twisted, broken, flawed person who would rather sit in a dark corner with a sign that reads "Leave me alone. I don't want your handouts" but in his mercy he pulled me out of the dark corner to life and through his grace, he tends and dotes upon this twisted, sick person.
A friend came over the other night needing something, and for some reason, I started talking about my plants (<3), perticuarly the orange. I dont quite know what prompted the conversation/example, but I wanna share it here.
Coming into the year, I was not a plant person. My thumb was a brownish-black and I thought they were kinda stupid. But a couple of Saturdays ago, seconds before I dumped my trash, I notieced that someone had put the orange plant that I had so admired the semester earlier in the trash. Cerious as to what was wrong with the plant, I took it down to the green house to be evaluated, and it turns out it only had spider mites. Since then I have faithfully sprayed the leaves three-four times a day with water to try and kill off the spider mites. Is it working? Well, I've seen new growth, both in new leaves and flower buds, so I must be doing something right. You see, mercy was me taking the plant out of the trash and to the green house, giving it another chance at life. Grace is me spraying the plant three-four times a day. When asked why I trouble myself in spraying the plant instead of letting it fend for itself (survival or fail), its because I enjoy the plant, spraying it, seeing the signs of growth; I enjoy doing what I can to aid/ensure its growth. It hasn't done anything to deserve the high maintaince, but out of grace, I pour time and energy into "fixing" it.
Similarly, with God I haven't done (or could do) anything to deserve or ever earn his love and his doting upon me. Goodness knows Im a twisted, broken, flawed person who would rather sit in a dark corner with a sign that reads "Leave me alone. I don't want your handouts" but in his mercy he pulled me out of the dark corner to life and through his grace, he tends and dotes upon this twisted, sick person.
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