We opened the door one evening recently to discover a huge poinsettia plant from our realtor, celebrating almost a whole year in our home. I love the idea of a poinsettia, but I'm probably going to kill it, too. I'm awful with houseplants.
How much do you know about these beauties? Did you know that the red is actually the leaves? The yellow is the flower, itself. To force the plant to continue having red leaves, you actually have to make sure it stays in a dark place for so many hours a day. No kidding. The care card that came with our plant says "after a week or two has passed, move your poinsettia to an area with no sunlight for about 12-15 hours every night and keep the plant at 60 degrees Fahrenheit." In other words, stick the plant in the closet.
Know what that makes me think of? The time we need to be spending in a closet.
No. Not an actual closet, in most of our cases. If you're like me, there's no room in your closet for anything else anyway. But quiet time. Time to reflect and commune with God. Time to refocus our lives on where they should be instead of where we've let them wander. Time to be still.
So, I may not be able to keep this plant alive, but I will let it be a reminder to me. Just like it, I need closet time. What about you?
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