Recently, it got very cold in Florida. I have been living here for 18 years, and I am pretty sure it was the coldest yet. Not only did temperatures get very low, but it also lasted for a pretty long time. We have had some cold days during winter before, but most often, it would be no more than just a couple of days before more mild temps would return. This year, we sustained below freezing nighttime temperatures on and off for weeks! Daytime temperatures were slightly more comfortable, but still cold for the thin blood of Floridians. Yet, we survived.

I wish I could say the same for our plants. If the winter was cold for us humans, and maybe a bit uncomfortable, it was brutal for the plants. I learned early when we moved here that when cold temperatures were expected, you planned to either bring plants indoors or cover those you can’t with sheets or blankets to protect them, and it usually works. This simple step keeps plants alive during those short, chilly spells of winter. But this year, with the length of the cold snap, the sheets and blankets were not enough, and the current state of my plants communicate this clearly. They look awful. For the most part, they look dead, and I know I am not alone in this.
I love my plants. I am not a gardener or a plant expert. I don’t know much or do much, but I take care of them the best I know how. I water them reguarly, talk to them, prune them and replant them when necessary…and they thrive! I have about 10 plants that live in our screened porch at the back of the house. There are several small plants, a few medium to large plants, and one ginormous plant named Audrey. Several of them have been randomly collected over the years, but a few of them are very special to me, which is what made this winter particularly hard. Audrey is definitely one of the special ones.
I received Audry as a gift after my daughter, Rachel, was born 27 years ago. It was a medium sized plant in a basket with a big pink bow to celebrate the birth of our little girl. It may have even had balloons tied to it. It was a pretty plant, so after a while, I relocated it from the basket to a pot to keep it in our home. At first, the plant didn’t have a name, but several years and a few states later, she was still with us and was given the name Audrey. Why? Because as the years went by, Audrey had more than quadrupled in size and began to produce vines that would creep out from the pot and reach all the way across our lanai. To understand how this relates to her given name, you would have to be familiar with the Broadway show, Little Shop of Horrors, whose main character was a plant that was big enough to reach the ceiling of a room and had vines that would reach out to grab people that then became its dinner. The plant’s name? Audrey. So my husband and I would joke that our plant’s vines were trying to get into the house to grab and eat us, and so she became Audrey.
The other plant that is particularly special to me is one that I received after my mom passed away. It was not a condolence gift; it was a clipping from a plant in my mother’s home. My mom loved plants too. Like me, she didn’t know much about them, but she loved the beauty and life they bring to a home. So she had many plants in her apartment. After she died, both my sister and I took clippings from some of those plants so we could bring a piece of mom home with us. The clipping I took was from a succulent she had. I potted it when I got home, and I will admit that it took a long time for that clipping to grow. There was a time I wondered if it ever would. I was afraid the plant was not going to make it, but much to my joy, it proved me wrong. That plant has grown tremendously to a beautiful, small tree of sorts that I love. Ironically, this special plant does not have a name, but she does have my heart.
It is not that I do not love the other plants I have, because I do! But those two Audrey and mom’s plant were the most special, which made it so painful to see them in the state they were after the cold this year. Audrey did not completely succumb to the cold, but she was in bad shape, and my mom’s plant, for all intents and purposes, was dead. The cold had been too long and too brutal for my plants. The situation seemed beyond hope. As far as I could see, they were dead and were not coming back. I was devastated.
As the temperatures began to warm, despite the bleak situation, I would go outside regularly to check on the plants and even continue to water them. My expectations were extremely low, but I couldn’t let go of them just yet. However, each visit to the back patio left me feeling deeply saddened, and I began working on trying to accept the reality of the situation that my plants were gone.
One day I stepped out back, at first I saw the same picture I had been seeing for a few weeks–broken and lifeless plants–and my heart sighed. Nothing had changed. But then, unexpectedly, something caught my eye. It was my mom’s plant. From where I was standing at first, there was nothing different in my view, but when I walked closer to it and got a different perspective, something green caught my eye. In the midst of the bent, brown and wilted limbs of the plant, there was a sign of life. It was not dead after all! There may be parts of the plant that will not revive, but it had persevered through the frost and sprouted new life!
Not only did this discovery bring me great joy, but it also got me thinking about the times in our lives when we feel completely defeated. Whatever battle we might be fighting, sometimes we reach a point when the situation seems lost. It becomes dark and bleak, and we lose hope that it will ever change or get better. Have you ever been there? I know I have. Maybe it is a broken relationship, a lost dream, or a fight for peace in a situation. You have prayed and fought for a victory, but all you see is what has died. But my plants have taught me to not give up until I look for signs of life. This is a powerful lesson for all of us. You may not see those signs of life at first, but keep looking for them. Keep praying for them. Because in Christ, there is always the hope for life.
A sign of life may not always mean things happening the way you wanted or expected them. But there is no situation from which God cannot bring new life. Sometimes, it might be like my plants, where what you thought was dead is now sprouting new life. Other times, however, there may be a final death to something, but God will bring new life in a different way. But we need to look for it, wait for it, and expect it. God is a God of new life! There are many scriptures that communicate this truth. Here are a just a few to consider:
Isaiah 43:19 – “Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.”
I Corinthians 5:17 – “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.”
Revelation 21:5 – And he who was seated on the throne said, âBehold, I am making all things new.â
The prophets of the Old Testament proclaimed the truth that the New Testament fulfills. God has plans to renew life, and the way He will do that is through His Son. Jesus came to make us new. We are dead in our sins until we come to know Him, and then He brings new life. And Jesus will come again to make all of creation new. Every dark, dying, broken thing will be made new one day. So no matter what you are going through or what you may see in front of you, don’t lose hope. Because with just a little change of perspective, you might just find signs of life.












