Nature Speaks

October 11, 2025

This morning, I literally jumped out of my sleep reminding myself that I needed to water my plants and told myself not forget. No exceptions. I know that may seem crazy, to had been my first thought —but it felt necessary, almost urgent, like my spirit knew this small act mattered more than I realized.

I rushed to my office, grabbed the watering can, and began pouring life into each plant. As the water flowed, I found myself talking to them softly. I told them I loved them, that they were growing beautifully, that I was proud of them for staying alive and pushing through. It may sound funny, but it felt sacred—like a moment of connection between me, nature, and something deeper.

Then I noticed something. A few of my plants had outgrown their pots. Their roots were peeking through the bottom, and the soil had hardened. I realized it was time for them to be uprooted—to be placed in new soil where they could stretch, breathe, and grow freely again.

That spoke to me.

Because sometimes we outgrow where we are too. Sometimes the environment that once held us becomes too tight, too dry, or too familiar. Growth requires new space, fresh soil, and a willingness to be moved—even when it feels uncomfortable. It reminded me of when Jesus spoke of new wine and new wineskins as well. You can’t pour something fresh into something that can’t hold it.

I had a feeling God was speaking to me, by the way I jumped out of my sleep.

It hit me that just like my plants, I need consistent care, gentle words, and room to expand. I need to remember that growth takes time and that even when I can’t see it, roots are forming beneath the surface. I can’t expect myself to bloom if I never stop to water my soul—or if I refuse to be replanted when it’s time.

My plants reminded me that love isn’t just about giving; it’s about tending, uprooting, and allowing space for what’s next.