When You Pluck It From Its Place

Yesterday, my son handed me a tiny yellow flower while we were walking. He does this often—his own little love language. Normally, I press them inside a book, like I’m keeping a record of all the ways he’s shown love without saying a word.

But this time, I didn’t. I laid the flower on the table instead. This morning, he looked at it and asked, “Mom, why did you smush it?”

I told him I didn’t. I explained that when you pluck a flower from its home, even if it’s beautiful in your hand, it starts to wither. It loses what keeps it alive.

And that’s when it hit me.

How many of us have been plucked from the place where we were thriving? Maybe it was a job that looked good on the outside but drained the life out of us. A relationship that felt right for a season but left us wilted. A city, a friendship, or even a routine that we stayed in long after the color started to fade.

The flower didn’t do anything wrong. It just wasn’t in its environment anymore.

Sometimes the issue isn’t that you’ve lost your beauty—it’s that you’re no longer planted in the right soil. GOD designed each of us to flourish somewhere. When we get disconnected from that place—physically, emotionally, or spiritually—we start to wither, too.

John 15:4 says, “Remain in me, as I also remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine.”

The flower needed its stem.
We need our Source.

That yellow flower on the table reminded me: it’s not enough to look alive. You’ve got to stay connected to what gives you life.

So, if you’ve been feeling like your spirit’s drying up, maybe it’s not that you’re broken. Maybe you’ve just been plucked.

Go back to your Source. Replant. Breathe again.

Reflection:
Ask yourself this week—what or who have I been holding onto that’s no longer giving life? And what would happen if I let GOD replant me where I’m meant to grow?