Our calamansi plant is five years old. I bought it before the pandemic back when we lived in the south. We brought it here in Antipolo and planted it on the ground so it would grow and fruit faster. Year one passed, nothing. Two, three, four years, but nothing. There were some months I’d notice that it’s flowering, even making two or three small fruits, but it would end up dying or falling off the ground. There are times that caterpillars and grasshoppers would eat every single leaf. I was obsessed to make my sour citrus plant to fruit.
Last December 2024, we visited a friend and their calamansi tree was fruiting like crazy. When I complained about our calamansi plant, he told me to use rice water instead of the regular faucet water. And that’s what we did every single day—watered it with rice water.
And it happened. It finally bloomed!
Last night we listened to a friend say that she waited 15 years for God to answer her prayers. FIFTEEN YEARS! I realized that just like her, and just like my calamansi plant that never bloomed, I am in my season of waiting. Maybe God is telling me to wait and water my sourness with the right kind of water.
And one day the waiting will be over. There will be nonstop flowering and the fruits will not die or fall to the ground. If you are also in this season, come sit with me. Waiting is painful and bitter and sour, but the Lord is never early nor late.
I’m very sure this will be worth it. 🩷