According to plant folks, there is an attractive houseplant in the succulent family that grows tiny baby plantlets (can we just stop and enjoy that word a bit – plantlets) called a mother of thousands.
These baby plantlets grow on the edges of the leaves, at every tip where she branches out, until eventually they grow too heavy to be born any longer and drop, producing an altogether new plant of the same kind.
It is often recommended to contain these plants because of their “invasive” reproductive ways – and if grown outdoors, you are warned to be prepared - for she will take over the yard.
A local nursery expert said of a mother of thousands plant, “Good luck stopping her.”
But here is the kicker: a mother of thousands cannot produce seeds of her own.
This is why I’m here, and why I write. The creative God of all things plant and person can bring revolution from the barren. Where we see an inability to bring life - whether it’s through a broken soul or a broken womb, God sees the potential for generations seated at our farmhouse tables as our forever families.
Where a curse on God’s creation means we endure endless weeds and empty wombs, we have a real hope in Jesus who is at work reversing the curse by redeeming our stories for God’s glory and our joy.
As women who seek God, and want to live lives of love well, we are being invited to seat ourselves in the soil of grace, bring out what only we are designed to bear, and from a rooted relationship
with the person Jesus simply drop whatever we have to share with those around
plant small. root deep. bear life.
Motherhood is for all of us. We are made to bear life.
It’s time to come out of the shadows of shame, and take our place in this call of motherhood, in this our generation.