There are Crepe Myrtle plants everywhere in the county that
I live in because they grow very well in north Texas. I decided a couple months
ago that I wanted to plant some in a line along the back side of our house to
block out the view of the road. Now, when I decide something, I usually get
right on it and this time was no different. I looked up the different ways to propagate
a Crepe Myrtle plant from an existing plant because why go buy them when they
are everywhere you look. First, I tried to take clippings from the tree at our
church and root them at home, following the instructions from a blog that I
read. That attempt failed miserably so I tried it again from one of the many
trees next to my mom’s house, with permission from her neighbor of course. I
managed to kill most of them also, but I do have two little stems hanging on by
a thread right now. I was told that I
could go dig up some of the little sucker plants that were coming up around the
trees of my mom’s neighbor, but I would need to get them quick before they had
to mow again. So off I went with my
shovel, my pots filled with soil and my excitement building because this time
it was going to work, and I will have my trees. I dug several of them up and
planted them in my little pots and started watering them every day. I started
reading about how to take care of my new little trees so they would grow big and
strong. The more I read the more I realized that I had done this all wrong. You
are not supposed to transplant Crepe Myrtles when it is hot outside, I should
have done it later in the fall and on top of that, we are having record heat in
the month of September. I kept watering my little trees every day and watching
them get more and more brown.
One day, as I was walking by my little brown trees and I
felt like I was supposed to start talking to them so they would live, because Jesus
spoke to the fig tree, so why couldn’t I speak to these Crepe Myrtle trees. I told
my little brown trees “you will live and not die in Jesus name”. Every time I
walked by my trees, I said this to them and when my mom asked how they were
doing, I told her that they will live and not die. I have to admit, I was a
little discouraged because out of all the plants I dug up there was only one
lone green leaf left but that one leaf was my glimmer of hope.
Today, I walked past my little trees and got the most
beautiful surprise ever. There is new growth in the form of tiny little green
leaves coming up on several of the branches. I am so beyond excited that I can’t
even describe it, all I could say was “thank you Jesus!!”
I remember hearing a sermon once on Jesus speaking to the
fig tree and if we go around speaking to trees then people would think we are
crazy but to be honest with you, I don’t care it works!
I did nothing right on my own but when I brought God into
it, He brought the rain and the new life on some twigs that looked like they
were dead.
Speak to your mountains and they will move!!
