A few days ago I posted a photo of the Christmas cactus, wrote a short blurb, and concluded with
"The plant has been moved, repotted, overwatered, underwatered, chopped back, broken and otherwise abused over the years. It is at least forty-three years old."
I thought at the time that there was a life lesson there, but I wasn't writing a devotional or self-help article. So now I choose to revisit the statement in order to extrapolate a lesson.
As we face life, planted where we live and work, perhaps not always by our choice, moved about by the buffeting of life's winds, abused, disrespected, under-appreciated, it might be all too easy to lie down and give it up.
Like the plant, though, it is up to us to persevere, blooming when we can, brightening the corner where we are, as the song suggests. If you feel it is not worth it to do it for yourself, do it for others. Therein lies life's true joys anyway.
Happy February First!