The Orchid Resurrection

The Orchid Resurrection



There’s an orchid that sits on a green table on my porch. It was a Mother’s Day present from my son several years ago, which he vaguely remembers.


When he first gave it to me, the purple and white striped blooms had this delicate magical beauty, but unsure of my limited green thumb skills, I was concerned. Could I mother such a delicate plant? I put it on the porch and followed some basic orchid care instructions for dummies I found on the internet.


Next to the green table is the chair where I often sit to pray the evening office; where day after day, week after week, the orchid blossomed and thrived and gave me such joy. While praying there, I offered up the many concerns I had about my son; prayed when there were days I didn’t hear from him, prayed when I knew with that motherly instinct that something was wrong, but I didn’t know what.


Then one day, I could see the blooms dying off..One by one they dropped away, until all that was left of those purple veined beauties was a plant with thick green leaves.  The flowers were gone mirroring almost simultaneously a dark time in my relationship with my son.


Winters came, summers passed, no more blooms. At one point I thought the plant died. It had all these strange twisty rootish looking things growing out of it, but I just couldn’t part with it. My first born had trusted me with it’s care.


Maybe it will never blossom again, I thought.


One day just strolling through the flea market I came upon a nursery that sold the most incredible orchids—purple, white red, yellow, and striped of every color. It was a sea of blooming majesties.


This is the man to ask for advice.


The orchid master explained everything to me: that the squirmy rooty things were exactly that–don’t cut them, let them grow, replant it, because the potting material had broken down and was no longer allowing air to flow.  


Keep it in the same place, he said, water it only once a week….

And wait. 


I followed his instructions to the tee. The leaves came up greener, stronger and heartier. The rooty things kept coming up for air;

but no blooms.



This week. Almost another two years after my encounter with the orchid master…all of a sudden like magic from some undisclosed vein of gold within the plant…came a stem with buds.


It shot up so fast I thought I was imagining it. Within days the buds were multiplying and one by one the purple veined beauties reappeared just in time for Mother’s Day, gifting me with a visual of the same renewal–which after many years–has taken place with my son. 


As in years gone by, I’ve been praying beside it every evening thanking the Lord, when it dawned on me, how much like orchids motherhood really is.

Children are delicate and they require great patience, much prayer, unwavering hope, trust in the Orchid Master ~

and acceptance that they will bloom in their own time.


Becoming a mother, makes you a mother of all children. From now on each wounded, abandoned, frightened child is yours.

You live in the suffering of mother’s of every race and creed and weep with them.

You long to comfort all who are desolate.

—Charlotte Gray


Happy Mother’s Day to all the lovely ladies who read here. I’m praying for ‘Orchid Resurrection’s’ in all our children’s lives.






  1. Nancy
    May 10, 2013

    This is amazing, beautiful. Thank you.

    • Caroline
      May 11, 2013

      Nancy, God is so good to give me pictures from nature I can understand .. Thank you and Happy Mother’s Day! Blessings always +

  2. Patricia
    May 11, 2013

    Oh Caroline, what a beautiful story! Isn’t it lovely how God has hidden within nature so many things we can relate to in our lives? So many spring, like the butterfly, like your orchid.

    I’m so happy for you, and it seems the Lord has rewarded all those prayers you said by the orchid.

    May your relationship with your son blossom as beautifully as the flower he gave you.

    Have a very Happy Mother’s Day!

    Love and hugs xoxo
    PS…love the quote from Charlotte Gray; it’s so true…

    • Caroline
      May 11, 2013

      Patricia, I had so given up on that orchid..sort of resigned to just appreciating it’s green leaves. It was an overwhelming surprise to find that shoot with blooms pulling up through the soil.
      I never saw it coming. : )

      I bet I’ll have to re pot it again after this bloom. Nature is such a gift of God.
      Thank you for your continued prayers.. I rest in them on days when it’s too hard to pray. They are so very much appreciated.

      Happy Mother’s Day
      Love and Blessings always +

  3. Joyce
    May 11, 2013

    Hmmm, Caroline, have you asked St. Therese or St Rita for anything lately? They don’t always send a rose in answer to our prayers This is very beautiful reflection that I know so many of us find applicable to our own lives with our children, but perhaps the orchid is also a signal that a prayer has been answered. Well, your prayers for the orchid plant certainly have been, haven’t they? I’m very impressed you didn’t give up hope. I have a lovely garden outside but my house is where plants go to die :(

    Thanks for this timely Mother’s Day reflection

    • Caroline
      May 11, 2013

      Joyce…Oh my goodness. I have been praying to St Rita with a fervor and never once did it occur to me to think of it as perhaps a signal to answered prayer. I have felt especially close to her in these past months which have been difficult. You can’t know what that means to me and how I needed to make that connection ..Thank you so much for sharing that. (Her feast is coming soon! One day I hope to visit the shrine)
      I used to kill every plant I tried to nurse .. It’s only recently I’ve acquired some measure of a green thumb. So don’t give up. : )
      Happy Mother’s Day
      Love and Blessings always +

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