"Another one died? How did I kill it... too?" I love plants. After living in a single bedroom apartment, probably 600 square foot -with gracious measurement, I love plants even more. It adds life and color, even if minimal. The challenge? I am not so good at keeping them alive. Watering them is my favorite part! Being a morning person, I wake, make the coffee or tea, do the dishes, put everything away, water those plants - every single one in sight, and then grab my cozy mug and sit down to read. I feel productive before I begin my day. Did you know most house plants need watered monthly? Most people, and yes, I have started my own surveying, are happy to know that their house plants don't need much care. I am doer, and to my own demise, do too much. Two weeks ago I woke up to find yet another succulent dead. Shiveled up. Gone. That is my third one dead in the month. But watering seems good, right? That is what I always convince myself. No! Caring the ...
"And the Lord will continually guide you, and satisfy your soul in scorched and dry places, and give strength to your bones; and you will be like a watered garden, and like a spring of water whose waters do not fail." Isaiah 58:11 // This is my current life verse that keeps me pressing on to run the race to eternity- my one and true home, in which I long to be.