The withering vine is the harbinger of the regeneration to come. There are times when one loses their way, stuck in the muck of confusion. Lost. Trying to find that solid rock to lift oneself from the morass.
It’s amazing. Many hours of diligent effort but nothing moves. Then one day, least expected, something happens. It may be an epiphany or a catharsis, but one is raised up from rock bottom.
Maybe you have known of the mighty struggle and diligently labored. Yet, it was the unanticipated occurrence that delivered you. Was it the effort that was a portent of the gift? Was that the penance that made you worthy?
I guess it’s a matter of whether you have faith or you believe in the randomness of the universe. It is a mystery, but faith at least evokes a heart-expanding feeling of worthiness and the possibility that someone out there is looking out for you and offering you lessons.