The other day we transplanted a rose bush. As unexperienced gardeners, we dug the poor perennial up and moved it to a better spot in the garden. Needless to say, this flowering bush wasn't too happy about having it's roots chopped off. For several days it looked quite pitiful, with wilted branches and curled up, dried leaves. We even thought that it wasn't going to make it; that the transition was just too much for it.
I thought how we are a lot like this rose bush. We are getting ready to leave again. We've enjoyed submerging our roots deeper here in our California hometown. We've been watered by good friends and we have basked in the sunlight of God's people.
But, our roots will be soon be chopped off and we will be transplanted to somewhere far away.
And just like that hardy rose bush, we will survive the transplant.
But it will take it's toll. We will feel droopy and our leaves may even wither. We will feel the shock of learning a new routine and becoming familiar with the new bed of dirt God has us in. It may take awhile for our roots to grow deep into the new soil.
Yet, we will continue to grow and even eventually flourish. We know God, as our good and loving Gardener, will tenderly care for us and help us bloom where He replants us.
