When Pruning Hurts

When Pruning Hurts

“Why, God??!!! WHY??” I screamed in the privacy of my own car with tears streaming down my red face. In the parking lot of Sam’s Club, of all places, there I sat. One never knows when a breakdown will occur. “Why again? Why here? Why now? I try...

Loving Others Without Judgment

So yesterday we talked about how Jesus often sided with the underdogs . . . We see examples of this when he reached out and touched lepers – people who probably had not felt a human touch in quite some time – without fear. We see him choosing Zaccheus, a...

When Being Pruned Makes You Tired

  Photo by Lori MacMath from All You Have to Give Don’t forget to enter to win the awesome leather cuff – giveaway ends tonight at midnight! I hate being pruned. Seriously. Cannot stand it. And yes, I know, nobody likes to be pruned. Nobody likes...

Process Not Product: God’s Perfect Timing

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” – Anaïs Nin   The chrysanthemums that began to sprout last spring were just starting to reveal small buds that held the promise of a bright...

On Growing New Life

Truthfully, I just wanted to throw them in the trash and start over.  I had given up.  They weren’t pretty anymore and just too much work. They were brown. Crinkly.  Past their prime.  Scorched by the sun. My sweet mother, ever concerned about the landscaping of...

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