A plant in the wrong place needs a gardener

 in the back yard of the temporary place we are staying.

in the back yard of the temporary place we are staying.

3 weeks ago this plant was suffering. It was in the wrong place and was getting too much hot sun. So much direct sun that the leaves would curl to protect themselves. When leaves curl they are conceding themselves and protecting the all important roots. They are sacrificing their tender underbelly for the good of the roots, who always have potential for regeneration.

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As I noticed the suffering that was going on I intervened and moved the plant to a shadier place. It didn’t reverse the sun scorch, as the leaves that are sunburnt will never heal but this week, look what happened

It bloomed.

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Do you see this my friends?

Maybe you (like me) we’re suffering in the wrong place for very preventable reasons. I needed a gardener to notice me and rescue me and move me to a better place. Where...I can bloom. I’m thankful for the mentor ship in my life that sees me...I mean really sees me and loves me enough to jump in the direct sun with me.

“I am the true vine and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful” the gospel of John

Do you see this my friends?


 Kites for Peace - Zimbabwe

Kites for Peace - Zimbabwe

On another note…. our biggest assignment and desire is to make real connection and be valuable to this community. This involves being a part of and in as many places as we are allowed to be. This past Sunday we rushed out to a Harare suburb after church to take part in the United Nations International day of Peace event entitled “Kites for Zimbabwe” . Purchase and fly a kite, mingle with many different ethnicities (mostly from embassies), soak up cultures and of course attempt to fly a kite. You know those dollar store kites that technically fly but really just make dad run around like a goof? Yeah that was me in the hot sub saharan African sun.

Some of my quick pictures from the event, including my fav Seamus puttin out the vibe by the water. Followed closely by Mbira players. Mbira is both a style and and instrument dating back 700 years. It is sorta like a metal finger piano inside a tambourine and was first used at Great Zimbabwe.



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