A Bloom Amputated, Askew. And Alive. (#smallwonder)

Crape-Myrtle-close-upIt’s been almost a decade in this place where the crepe myrtles bloom long and heavy in the summer days that are long and heavy, too.

And still it shocks me to see them on the opposite side of the calendar.

What once was lush, fresh, and full of color stands more than just barren, but limbless.

Life. Amputated.

Cut. Deeply. crape-myrtle-photo

It seems harsh. A long road to rebuild what it already once possessed. To regain the bloom already held tenderly. It must be such an ache. To start again.

But the new growth comes.

Always.

Awkward at first. Tentative. Askew. Fragile.

crepemyrtlemidNot at all beautiful. Not yet.

But alive despite the look of it.

Then stronger bit by bit.

Until the bloom returns to the heat again.

Always.

crepe

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Linking this reflection of Small Wonder with my friend and fellow blogger, Kelly Chripczuk, who has recently launched a Community of blogging Beauty Hunters at her site. So grateful for the reminder that our Big God shows himself in the most amazing small ways. And also linking with #threewordwednesday at Kristin’s place.

11 thoughts on “A Bloom Amputated, Askew. And Alive. (#smallwonder)

  1. Beth,
    What gorgeous beauty…and the beauty and humility of starting again…Thank you for reminding me of how new growth and beauty can come out of seeming barrenness …such is God’s power 🙂
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  2. Sharon

    I remember one time when our gardener asked for permission to prune a pepper tree. He warned us that it might be *dramatic* – but assured us that it was the best thing for the tree. Well, when we came home hours later, this beautiful tree that had spanned a leaf canopy of maybe 20 feet was nothing but 5 foot bare trunks and spindly branches. Not a speck of green was there. I cried. I was so sure that the tree was dead.

    But, slowly but surely, those green sprouts arrived. And then they flourished. And then the tree thrived.

    Your beautiful words reminded me of this. And they also reminded me that God is doing something in this season of pruning in my life. I feel rather barren, afraid that I am dead. But, I know I am not. He is making something new.

    GOD BLESS.

    • Thank you, Sharon, for adding this personal example to my piece. Oh, yes, the pruning can feel so severe, but the signs of life will return. I’m grateful that my words reminded you of an experience you’d had with your own eyes that brings you hope to all God is undoubtedly doing in you.

  3. Amber Cadenas

    I am wonderstruck, sometimes, by all the ways nature reveals and reinforces what we know or are coming to know about the ways of God in us and in the world. It’s simple, yes, and yet so intricate, so beautiful. Thank you, friend.

    • Because I know the wind and waves obey Him, I am coming to trust their ways. Yes, nature is such a spiritual director when we listen.

  4. I’m not much of a gardener, in fact, plants don’t often make it in my care. BUT I do know pruning can be such hard work, both in the garden and in our souls. Thanks for sharing this at #ThreeWordWednesday.
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    • I’m lousy with plants, too, Kristin. I even managed to once kill a cactus. So grateful Jesus is a better gardener than I. I am coming to trust His pruning.

  5. “New growth comes. Always.” Just sitting here pondering the truth of that.
    Blessings to you, friend.
    xoxo
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    • As I worked through my life timeline on the Donald Miller program I heard about from you, it became obvious as a truth to the faithfulness of God in my life. Yes, new growth comes. Always.

  6. Beth, I love this simple yet clear picture.
    And yes, – I’ll “know” a few of you in Nebraska.
    A side benefit is spending some time with my neighbors from the 70’s in Fremont, Nebraska after the conference – just an hour or so up the road from Ashland. I haven’t seen them since early 90’s.

    • I’m mixing the JT retreat with seeing old friends, too. I’m calling it my old friends/new friends road trip. Looking forward to seeing you then.

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