Visual Aids
- Denise R Dahlheimer

- Mar 9
- 2 min read
Heaven sent visual aids?
On you walk your m path to heaven have you ever been graced with visual aids to let you know the state of your personal nation?
We were recently going through a “time in the desert” with our last move and questioned it once or twice. But we knew we made the right move and were in The Plan regardless of how things looked or felt.
I have this Fiddle Leaf Fig plant gifted to me by our friend, Favvy, and have taken great effort to care for it while we lived in our last home. It made it through the time of building this home as we resided in the RV and then the cabin, and finally moved into this new place. The fiddle fig did alright, it had little growth, but it didn’t die. I researched its care and also learned that the fig plant also signifies spiritual growth emphasizing the importance of bearing fruit in one's life
And then a few weeks ago the leaves started to fall. Not all at once but more bi-weekly. And to make it harder to take… the bleakness of winter was being reflected in its vitality. At the point of of barely sustaining its last 3 leaves, we changed the dirt, gave it a bit more room, and disregarded googles recommended limited watering and flooded it with water every Saturday.
At first there was no apparent change. But just as our own resolves to our decisions were going through their own new dirt and our thinking was be subjected to gaining more room, I suspected that this plant was being used in the way of John 15:1-6: “I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinedresser.” 2 Every branch in me that does not bear fruit he takes away, and every branch that does bear fruit he prunes, that it may bear more fruit.”
Even though I did not consciously ask for a sign this time, God is a good and merciful God and still applied Isaiah 7:11
“Ask a sign for yourself from the Lord your God; make it deep as Sheol or high as heaven.”
And this plant… where there was once one dying leaf, now there are three new ones to take its place with more popping through the places where others fell. New life. Let the old go.







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