A Wrinkle in Time
It’s the very end of the day Friday … the first full day of Autumn. Usually on Friday mornings I link up with Lisa-Jo and the Five Minute Writes over on The Gypsy Mama blog … where we throw caution and grammatical rules to the wind and simply write on the prompt from the heart.
No rules, no thought … just documenting where the heart goes.
I didn’t get to this this morning … and mulled it over and over and some more throughout the day. Funny how something so proactive and so forwardly positive can be so difficult to put into words.
So here I go, finally on this sticky Indian Summer Mid-Night … seriously at this moment it is mid-night …
Write with me on …. Growing
Go…
When we are children our parents mark our growth … some in cute and never finished baby books … some with pencil and ruler on a door frame. Documenting the milestones of a child.
I think God does this … but He does it on the inside …
Our first day of life …
Our first tear in the palm of His mighty hand …
Our first broken heart … and everyone since thereafter …
Our first kiss … love … child …
The milestones of a life.
My grandmother told me something about gardening this week. I personally have a black thumb … but her’s remains vibrant green at the age of 88. She said to root a flower that I wanted for my yard I had to prune the bloom.
The beautiful, vibrant blue flower had to be plucked to speed up the roots growth …
Later in the week, at my church’s mid-week service was about the pruning of the vine … John 15:1-8
I am the true vine ~ Jesus
Father, the Gardener ~ God
I think that’s where God has me … in the pruning stages, again. It will be ten years that I have been saved of my own choosing. Ten Years of saying I’m a Christian, truly meaning that my lifestyle had changed. Ten years of rapid growth in Christ … growth in fellowship.
Ten Years of covering my foundation with Christ and God and the Word and the real things and ways of life. Yet somehow, I have developed a bloom of religion. Things have happened, life has happened, disappointments have happened, and my Growth became stunted.
I think I became root bound … and now comes the pruning and the rooting …
God is pruning me of all the religion, all the pretty, right words that make it appear I’m living a Good Christian life … pruning the bloom, so that I can begin Growing again … on this vine onwhich He has so graciously grafted me.
For this I am grateful!
STOP …
That was a bit over 5 minutes … and I have a photo to add. So once again, please forgive my wordiness! 🙂
And then I found this:
It just illuminated itself in relation to John 15:1-8 … God is amazing, I think!
GRAFT: From Dictionary.com
a.a bud, shoot, or scion of a plant inserted in a groove, slit, or the like in a stem or stock of another plant in which it continues to grow. b.the plant resulting from such an operation; the united stock and scion.
This has been a 5 minute post!
Blessings Loves!
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