Tag: death

Maybe you and I are roots worth burying. Maybe that's why life is so hard sometimes - because God is doing something in the dirt. Roots are funny things, after all. They just do their own little thing in their own little dark, damp, isolated hole in the ground without any regard for whether we… Continue reading The Spider Plant, Part IV: What Happens in the Dark

But the slime, y’all. Seriously. Green plant slime. I wish now that I had stopped to take a photo for you. Earlier this year, I shared the story of my daughter’s faith as she found, planted, watered, and believed for the growth of her Oomah’s expired garden seeds. She seems to have inherited that pearls… Continue reading The Spider Plant, Part III: Tangled Roots

As mom recovered (seemingly) from her little “touch of bursitis” (that is a joke – it was actually a raging, uncontrolled staph infection in her hip; after everything the family has endured, I’d sure appreciate if you laughed whenever one of us says “touch of bursitis”), so did her sole surviving spider plant. What can… Continue reading The Spider Plant, Part II: Pearls and Slime

If you knew my mom, you knew that she loved babies. Her spider plants were no different. She always kept a handful of adult plants and a nursery (kitchen) full of babies. She delighted in helping them root and grow into adult plants themselves – and then she joyfully gave them away. I lost count… Continue reading The Spider Plant, Part I: We Named Her Momma Heidi