Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.—Ephesians 3:20-21
If you know me, you know of my desire to publish my children’s Christmas book, The Prettiest Sight to See: A Story of the Holly Wreath. You may also know that some of my friends gave me a beautiful berry-laden holly bush for Christmas last year and that I planted it in a symbolic act of faith, trusting God to bring a fruitful harvest. As suggested, I planted the tree alongside my driveway so I would see the gentle reminder every time I drove by. In front of the holly, I positioned a yard ornament emblazoned “Believe.” Perfect!Several months passed by, and without fail, each time I passed I turned my eyes toward the shrub, believing one day my prayer would be answered. Then one day I noticed that the once beautiful plant with lush green foliage polka dotted with red was bare. I gasped. What happened?! A few scraggly brown sticks was all that remained. What does this mean, God? Certainly my dream hasn’t died, has it? I believed, God. Why would You allow my symbol of hope to succumb?