Reflection: I’ve got a fake plant. It is masterfully placed in my garden next to the real foliage, a camouflaged (albeit deceptive) testament to my gardening prowess. Please don’t tell anyone. If you stand at a distance and squint, it looks real. It looks like a fine specimen. But if you get too close you can see the soil is fake and the leaves are dusty.
It’s a bit like me. I can present a façade, I can seem ok, I can fit in with the other plants . . . but am I healthy? Am I grounded in good soil? Am I growing strong roots? Am I flourishing?
Is it enough for me to have all the attributes of a fake plant, to appear healthy, to appear to have strong roots, to appear to be immersed in a flourishing environment but to miss out on the joy of being truly alive?
But why would I settle for the fake version . . . of me? Maybe I’m afraid of some pruning or that I might get some manure dumped on me or that I might take this metaphor too far.
I do know that abiding in him is where I will bear fruit, where I will flourish. But I am easily distracted by a pale imitation.
I want to live in the freedom of generosity that Jesus paid for with his life.
Prayer:Â Lord, help me to be grounded in the rich soil you provide in your presence. Help me to remain in you and to bear fruit for your kingdom. Amen.