A dear friend gave me a slip of her Jack-In-The-Pulpit from her woodland garden. I planted that slip next to my cottage in our neck of the woods. It grew into a large and beautiful plant last spring but met an early demise when some deer who share our neighborhood decided it would make a good meal. They ate it all the way down to soil. I was frustrated and wondered about the plant’s long term fate. To my delight this morning I observed that the Jack-In-The-Pulpit is blooming again. I have decided that I will spray it with deer repellent tomorrow.
My marriage was like my plant. It met a demise but bloomed again with a power of vitality. That vitality was the power of God at work in our lives. I have shared about that power in my story on the book page of this blog.