I have one of these unique plants. A gift from the members of a Bible study I led, the green foil wrapped pot found a new home near my kitchen sink. Days after bringing it home, the lone bloom dropped. Christmas came and went without a glimpse of color.
Well, any color besides green.
Green leaves sprouted new green leaves. I watered weekly. I turned the pot so the cactus got an even distribution of sunlight. And I wondered if it was worth the work. I mean, how many blooms would I get? One? Three? Five? After a year’s waiting, would that make it worth the effort?
Winter faded into spring and outside my flowerbeds came alive with tulips and daffodils. Summer burst onto the scene with roses and strawberries. Months passed and the chrysanthemums added their color to the yard. Leaves changed colors and fell to the ground as fall gave way to snowstorms.
And inside, the cactus stayed green.
Then, on a snowy day, I caught a glimpse of a different color. A tiny bump of pink on the tip of a green leaf. A closer inspection found more of them. As the buds grew, so did my anticipation.
Until one day, they opened. Large blooms of deep pink. In the middle of November.
That’s my cactus in the picture above. And I am extremely thankful for the reminder that hope still blooms in the middle of darkness.