Well, believe it or not, I have a quiet house right now. My beloved grandmothers have swooped in to give me a few hours of time to rest…Nana took the dog for a ‘playdate’ w/her pup and BahBah took the kiddos (yep, B is out today for Prez Day). I’m still pretty iffy…coming around, but cranky, coughy, and tired. So…
Before I hit the sick bed to rest, I had to spend some time doing my Bible study…I’m a little behind and frankly, this week struggling to get INTO it…for some STRANGE REASON (note sarcasm) my focus seems to be on ME! Poor lil ol me…sick like a dog, backed car into tree, worried about hubby’s work stuff, weeds in the yard, messy house, vomitting dog, and on and on and on.
So, I just STOPPED the pity party for a bit and spent some time in prayer…"Help me overcome this illness obstacle and the attitude that comes w/it – I know its NO BIG DEAL, but in the midst of it, it just feels overwhelming." So, off I went to work on my study…taking in every detail…soaking it up like a sponge. As I started yawning I finished w/the verses talking about how we are the branches to Christ – the Vine. Hmmm, that sounds good…now off to my comfy unmade bed in my spoiledrottenprincesshouse…
Then, I felt another lil nudge to read a daily devotional…one particular book was calling my name from my basket (note, basket has MANY devotionals…just depends on my mood to see which one I read, today I felt one calling my name). So, I decided to read one more ‘nugget’ b4 I hit the bed…and, this is what I was ‘called’ to read:
"Every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful." John 15:2
A child of God was once overwhelmed by the number of afflictions that seemed to target her. As she walked past a vineyard during the rich glow of autumn, she noticed its untrimmed appearance and the abundance of leaves still on the vines. The ground had been overtaken by a tangle of weeds and grass, and the entire place appeared totally unkempt. While she pondered the sight, the heavenly Gardener whispered such a precious message to her that she could not help but share it.
The message was this: "My dear child, are you questioning the number of trials in your life? Remember the vineyard and learn from it. The gardener stops pruning and trimming the vine or weeding the soil only when he expects nothing more from the vine during that season. He leaves it alone, because its fruitfulness is gone and further effort now would yield no profit. In the same way, freedom from suffering leads to uselessness. Do you now want me to stop pruning your life? Shall I leave you alone?"
Then her comforted heart cried, "No!"
Homera Homer-Dixon, Streams in the Desert
So, as I sit and think on that, I hope you can as well. We cant direct every dadgum detail of our journeys…esp the silly lil annoying ones…but He can, and does. Oh how I beg that He prunes me until my last day. If only to make me STOP and BE STILL for one day and spend that precious quiet time w/Him. Who knows, that may just be what this particular "pruning session" for me has been all about…being still b4 a God who loves me.