I have a vine. Yes, this is my Madagascar Jasmine. It is growing like crazy. I do not know how to care for a vine. However, my plan is to train it to go all around my kitchen, maybe through my whole home if I can figure out how to do it. The vine is a symbol for the productivity of Christ. Not mine. His. All I do is keep a clean heart. He does the rest.
This vine is showing some very smart behaviour. It is grabbing on to all sorts of things on my counter. Today, it is grabbing on to my dish detergent. It wants to climb up. It wants to cover my kitchen. This is very different than the play "Don't Feed the Plant" which feeds off man. This vine is enhancing, decorating, seeking light and places to grab on.
I do not know enough about vines. I will be doing Internet research for how I can best nurture this vine. If and when it does produce flowers, it is exotic. It fills the house with extremely beautiful aromas. This is the plant Lucius used to jump through. It began to grow like crazy about a month ago.
In the sermon a few weeks ago, Scott talked about Jesus cooking up new recipes in our kitchen. I think that's what he said. I am looking forward to the transformation of my kitchen. I do not know what is going to happen, but I await some changes with anticipation. What is going to happen here? How wonderful will it be?
The vine today is 9 feet beyond it's plant container. It is beautiful. I love all the baby leaves and tendrils which grasp. I love babies. I love baby plants too. It's great. Each new leaf is a baby seeking out light to grow into a mature leaf. My heart is full of gladness as I see the vine grow.
If I were willing to wait for 40 minutes, let's say the time I pray, I bet the vine would grab my finger. That would be a cool experiment. I might try. It would be cool to see if a vine could grab onto my finger.