The Resting Rock

The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer;
    my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge,
    my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.

Psalm 18:2

After leaving a succulent ripped from the soil, roots rotted away and pulled from the main stem, I felt hopeless for its revival. It was a plant I had thought impossible to kill and had served to be my most faithful plant of all. Through many seasons, this plant endured lack of sunlight, inconsistent watering, being pulled apart, propagated, repotted, and moved from outside, to inside and many locations around the house. This plant was unstoppable and I was testing all of its limits. 

But now, in my own attempts to make it more beautiful, I had somehow managed to kill it. So I left it sitting, ripped in half just resting on the top of the rocks. Forgotten and abandoned, this plant had nothing left but to simply be and rest. After weeks of being unattended to, it managed to grow new, healthy roots, right on top of the rock. Maybe like us, this plant just needed to be left unattended, uncared for and seemingly forgotten by its worldly masters, so that it had nothing to rely on for survival but the rock itself. If Jesus were the rock, then we need not to do a thing at all, but just rest in him. He will restrengthen and nourish our bodies so that we may grow new roots and flourish once again.