adventures in family & faith
View this post on Instagram I really thought I’d killed this grape vine. I watched the leaves yellow, then brown, then fall off, despite all my reading, despite water & sun & fertilizer. I did everything I was supposed to and it withered away. I clung to a small hope that it was wintering (this is Coastal Southern California - what even is winter?!) and dutifully pruned away every dead branch, every shriveled leaf until there was nothing left but a peeling, splitter stick. Dead grape vines look particularly dead. A month ago, it was bare & bleak. Then. Then a tiny green leaf bud broke through. A tiny flicker of life. Now there are dozens. Far more than when it began to die. There’s so much packed into this tiny symbol. So many rich lessons. So much comfort and hope. Dead things come to life. A post shared by Jenny Kaczorowski (@jennykaczorowski) on Mar 28, 2019 at 8:52am PDT
I really thought I’d killed this grape vine. I watched the leaves yellow, then brown, then fall off, despite all my reading, despite water & sun & fertilizer. I did everything I was supposed to and it withered away. I clung to a small hope that it was wintering (this is Coastal Southern California - what even is winter?!) and dutifully pruned away every dead branch, every shriveled leaf until there was nothing left but a peeling, splitter stick. Dead grape vines look particularly dead. A month ago, it was bare & bleak. Then. Then a tiny green leaf bud broke through. A tiny flicker of life. Now there are dozens. Far more than when it began to die. There’s so much packed into this tiny symbol. So many rich lessons. So much comfort and hope. Dead things come to life.
A post shared by Jenny Kaczorowski (@jennykaczorowski) on Mar 28, 2019 at 8:52am PDT
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