I had given up on this amaryllis bulb. In November I brought it up from the basement where it had spent several dry, dark weeks in the basement. I inherited the bulb from my sister or my aunt (I've forgotten the exact history), who enjoyed its bloom last winter. The slip of paper that came with the bulb promised that it would bloom again. So I planted it in my garden in the spring and repotted it in the fall. After I brought the pot up from the basement and placed it in my windowsill, a tiny bit of green appeared. Weeks passed and I faithfully watered the soil and checked its growth. But the plant was stunted. It didn't grow and it didn't grow and I gave up on it. Then one day this week I pushed back my curtains and discovered a new, green sprout poking up from the bulb!
I have friends who remind me of my amaryllis bulb. I watch their lives, waiting for them to grow but they appear stunted. Deep down inside, though, I trust there is growth that isn't observable on the outside. Oh, how I look forward to the day when the first tiny sprout of life appears!
we know that suffering produces perseverance;
and character, hope.
Romans 5:3-4 NIV