My coming to faith did not start with a leap but rather a series of staggers from what seemed like one safe place to another. Like lily pads, round and green, these places summoned and then held me up while I grew. Each prepared me for the next leaf on which I would land, and in this way I moved across the swamp of doubt and fear.
Anne Lamott
@summerfield that plant is about six and a half feet high and wider than it is tall. I threw it out under my window one spring when I thought the little potted one had been long dead. It recovered
