The first wedding gift we received was a pretty small Ivy plant. I was really thrilled with the little thing and looked forward to filling the house with its subtle fresh green and its extending stems. The gift was very well received and we decided to put it in a very distinguished spot in the room where we usually spend most of our time.

 

I was given clear instructions on how to water it, when to clean it and how to take care of it. It was a real easy thing it seemed! In fact, it was the first time for me keeping my own plant … in fact keeping anything!

 

The little green Ivy was really bringing a lot of life and freshness into the entire house, until one day, it started to dwindle slowly. Its many branches were starting to droop down day after day until they barely stood up any more and finally were all sickly flat on the side of the pot. The kind lady who gave me the gift came one day and saw it and felt really sorry for it! I didn’t know how to react to that!

 

In my desperation, I went to the nearest plant shop and asked the man there describing the situation, and it appeared real easy: it was getting too much sun and heat and needed more water and shade. Wow! Would’ve never thought of that alone!

 

I tried the recipe: water every day and removal from the distinguished place which unfortunately received too much sunlight for it. Each time I watered it and looked at it with hopefully but also sad eyes and actually talked to it, “Please come back to life! I know you still have some life inside you, please make it spread into your leaves. I promise I will be more careful in the future and will take extra care to keep you from the heat and extra sunlight. I promise I will water you every other day and wash every single leaf no matter how large you became.”

 

Day after day, I kept talking to the plant and watering and giving extra care. Then one day, one of its many branches lifted its head high. I was about to scream with joy! One branch is saved!!! I was seriously hopeful now and started taking additional steps every day to water and clean it and encouraging the plant to get all its branches back one more.

 

The miracle - literally so - took place right in front of my eyes. In the morning one day we got up and all the branches were standing up once more, crowding together in the little pot and eager for their daily dose of attention and care. My husband was almost disbelieving: how is this possible?

 

The lady came once again to the house and was in shock! How can life come back to something practically dead?

 

Well, in reality it was not dead at all! It was striving for life and needed the right tools to help it use that little breath of life to survive, become stronger and start to grow again.

 

How fast do we sometimes loose hope in people, things, projects, and even ourselves, when things don’t seem to be working in the right direction? How often do we choose to burry the little plant rather than try to give it all we can to bring it back to life? Isn’t it a pity?

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