Earlier this summer, I was about to purchase a small plastic package of fresh basil leaves at the grocery store, just enough for the recipe I was making. But by the front door of the store, I saw healthy vibrant basil plants greeting the shoppers, at about the same price as the teeny little pre-picked package. Always with an eye for a better deal and somehow ignoring the fact that plants do not survive under my care, I opted for the plant.
I placed the tiny pot on a table on my screen porch where it could get some sun. The next day, it appeared to have died. I watered it thoroughly, and the small plant revived again. An out-of-town friend arrived the following evening for a visit. She noticed the plant. “Oh, we planted a small basil plant in our garden one year, and it turned into a bush,” she said. “It will grow as large as the container it is in.”
I replanted it into the largest planter that I could find in our garage. And in a week’s time, it doubled in size. Throughout the summer, I have pinched off leaves for recipes and salads. The more I pick, the larger it grows.
During this same season, I have become more and more conscious about how I pray and for what I pray. How outrageously am I praying? Do all of my prayers fit inside an eight-ounce paper cup like that tiny plant I purchased at the store?
Cute little reasonable prayers without any substance,
prayers for mere survival
or those planted in the biggest container I can conceive?
What is the wildest thing I can pray?
God is bigger yet.
The prayer of the righteous
has great power in its effects.
James 5.16
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