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I searched the garage for a file to sharpen my pruning shears, but no avail. Milder temperatures and spring rains had brought wild growth to my shrubbery and it had to be tackled, even by blunt force.
As I whacked with all my might and trained each bush to a desirable shape, a pruning of the mind was performed by a tool far superior to my dull clippers. Random ruminations needed to be cut back. The sword of the Spirit worked with exactness judging the thoughts and intentions of my heart.
Sprigs of worry over my family's future were cut away giving rise to abundant growth…therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear.
This tongue of mine which shoots forth, quick to exalt self, is tamed to speak wisdom and life instead. Offshoots of ego are cropped yielding increase for it is not I who lives, but Christ who lives in me.
Both gardens are now tended and readied to produce greater fruit for the glory of God.
5 kind thoughts:
It is the branch that bears the fruit
That feels the knife,
To prune it for a larger growth
And fuller life,
Though every budding twig be lopped
And every grace
Of swaying tendril, springing leaf
Be lost a space.
Oh, thou whose life of joy seems reft,
Of beauty shorn,
Whose aspirations lie in dust,
All bruised and torn,
Rejoice, though each desire, each dream, each hope of thine,
Shall fall and fade; it is the hand of love divine
That holds the knife, that cuts and breaks
With tenderest touch,
That thou, whose life hast borne some fruit,
May now bear much.
~ Annie Johnson Flint
Prune away Angela. Lets get ready for the spring of all springs. Amen!
Painful but necessary and the work of a loving Heavenly Father.
Angie, "worry" is the topic of my day...first in a book I'm reading and now from you. Your analogy was just what I needed to hear.
An area of my life that requires frequent pruning as well ~ a lovely reminder, Angie!
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