I had to protect them. So young, tender and obscure. Poor crepe myrtle plants--struggling to grow only to be hacked by a spinning lawnmower blade. Three different times I pointed to the new transplants and told my husband not to run over them. Yet, memory loss kicked in when he started the mower.
Ow! My hand bumped against the cold metal ring of the tomato cage. I threw the handful of weeds and cradled my injured hand. I sat amazed at the lush green branches of the four foot tall shrubs and recalled placing those cages over the injured plants three years ago.
I stood and grasped the top ring of each tomato cage and lifted them up and away from my sturdy plants--setting them free to grow uncaged. Free to spread their branches. Free to blossom and beautify the landscape.
I look back over my life and remember being like those newly planted crepe myrtles. As a young christian I needed protection from the world and its influence. I needed the gentle cage of my pastor and christian friends who would be living epistles (2 Cor. 3:2) to teach and mentor me. I needed the patience of others while I fed on the sincere milk of the word (1 Peter 2:2). As I became rooted into a lifestyle of bible reading, prayer, church attendance and ministry involvement I became stronger.
Today I'm grounded in faith and free to continue growing and be a help to others--to fulfill a purpose, a commission (Mark 16:15). Thank you Jesus!