We wandered along the tiny platform and saw the remnants of a garden outside the Station Master's office. Now there was no running water, but there used to be competitions up and down the line for the best-kept garden. On this day, the old garden was just a dead square inside crumbling railway sleepers.
Over in one corner stood a rusty drum, and barely alive in it was the commonest form of geranium. It was stunted and tired — nearly dead. I took a piece about as long as one finger. When we returned home, I dared to hope it would grow. So for old time's sake, I planted it in the best pot in the best location. Feeling terribly foolish for even hoping for growth, I even said a prayer for the unknown hands that planted it long years ago.
Do you sometimes feel like a common plant where only hardy plants can grow? God has a word for you. He says that He chose the foolish ones of us in this world, the most common of us, to shame those who are worldly-wise. (1 Corinthians 1:26-28) So say a prayer some time for the ones who planted you! Give thanks that they dared to hope that you would grow! While you're at it, take a risk on plain ol' common folks who seem tired, stunted, and nearly dead spiritually, and dare believe that the Lord can help them grow, too!