What Was Meant to Die Lives

We have a rare black bamboo plant in our yard.
At one point, someone looking after the lawns decided they didn’t like it so they poisoned it.

And for a while, it looked like it worked.

The bamboo died.
Everything visible said it was gone.
Beyond saving. Beyond recovery.

But my son loves plants.

So he began to care for it
slowly, gently, faithfully.

He fertilised it.
Watered it.
Tended to it with patience.

For months, nothing seemed to change.

But beneath the surface something was happening.

What looked dead
began to live again.

Now it’s vibrant. Alive. Growing.

It doesn’t look exactly the same as it once did
but it lives. And it’s thriving.

And I can’t help but see God in this.

What the enemy tries to poison and destroy,
God does not discard.

He draws near.

With gentleness.
With patience.
With love.

He waters us with His Word.
He restores us by His Spirit.

And even when everything looks lifeless
He is working beneath the surface.

Bringing healing.
Restoring what was lost.
Calling life back into what seemed gone.

It may not look the same as before
but it will live again.

Stronger.
Deeper.
Rooted in Him.

Because what God restores
is never without purpose.

Even when life feels quiet, hidden, or beyond repair
God is still at work patiently restoring, gently bringing life where none seems to remain.What Was Meant to Die Lives Again