I moved into my house in January. There was a dead bush right in front of my porch. I had no idea what the bush was, what flower it could have produced, but it seemed hopeless. Spring came and nothing happened. No leaves, no green, no buds. Just sticks. I thought about digging it up.

nstead, I cut it back. I’d heard that could bring it back to life. I waited. I forgot about it. Spring rolled around again and one day I noticed one green leaf. That spring there were two or three new branches sprouting leaves.

The next year there were a few more. 

And then, beautiful white hydrangeas appeared on that bush. Every year I love those flowers.

But LIFE isn’t in the leaves, it’s in the roots.

In the dark, hidden, unseen places where you feel forgotten and overlooked. Where you feel like opportunities and advancement have been snipped away from you. Where you feel raw and exposed, sticks without greenery for beauty. It’s not pretty, but it will produce.

When you can’t see the fruit, trust your roots. And wait.