Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Pruning hurts.

A lesson I've learned from gardening...

The most fruitful plants are the ones that I pay the most attention to.  They are the seedlings that I dig up from the dirt they have settled in and then I move them to wider spaces where they can spread out their roots. They are the vines with the leaves that I trim back carefully, making room for new branches to sprout.  They are the stalks from which I pull the fruit just as soon as it is ripened, clearing space for more fruit to grow.  They are the bushes that I allow to get buried in blankets of snow in the winter, because I know that they will come back to life in the warmth of late spring.

Cultivation.

What a terrifying thing to be uprooted and moved to an entirely new territory. How painful to be cut and trimmed.  What a shock to have good fruit pulled away from the arms that carried it.  How very cold and lonely and unpredictable the long season of winter can be.

Oh, my life.  I am that garden.  

When Jesus talks about being the Vine from which we grow, He explains the Father's cultivation process.  "He cuts off every branch in Me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit He prunes so that it will be even more fruitful," (John 15:2 NIV).  

For years, I read that verse but never paid much attention to the word, "prunes." It seemed so safe. 

Then, last year, we had the craziest tomato plants in our vegetable garden.  From a $0.30 packet of seeds, these vibrant plants grew to be taller than me (I know--I'm not particularly lofty in stature--but they were taller, still!), and they went on to produce so many pounds of fruit that we had to remove perfectly good branches again and again, just to keep the stalks from collapsing!  In a matter of weeks, we collected well over 300 pounds of tomatoes from only a handful of plants.  It was incredible.  


We had to do a great deal of pruning.  Cutting off branches and leaves--even flourishing ones--to make room for more fruit to grow. For the good of the plants.  For the good of the harvest.

As it turns out, pruning hurts. The cost is high, but the gain is exponentially higher.

Jesus says, "I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from Me you can do nothing," (John 15:5).  He invites us into a life that produces beautiful fruit.  When we remain in Him. When we rest in His love. When we listen to His Words.  When we hope in His promises. When we trust Him for our very breath and for every step we take.  When He prunes us.  Because He knows so much more than we can see.  

Following Jesus costs our very life, but the life we gain is so much greater.  "I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord," (Philippians 3:8).

A beautiful friend sent me this message while I was in the hospital a few weeks ago:

"I was looking at my rose bush that I pruned back--cut back to almost nothing back in June--and praying for you--and seeing this afternoon how it blooms on tall, healthy, green stalks.  Jesus has cut things out of my life, but He has brought beauty.  He has taken away, but He has given.  He has sustained me as He will sustain you.  And there will be so much beauty.  I know it."

And here is what she brought to me, from that very bush:


Pruning hurts.  But the result is more beautiful than I ever could have imagined.  

So, in the arms of the wise and faithful and ever-so-loving Gardener, I will remain.  And I choose joy.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Why I'm Not Asking "Why?"

I wonder what I would have thought, when I was studying dance in college, if someone told me there would be a day when I wouldn't be able to walk.  A day when I would have to process the possibility that I might not regain the function of one of my legs.


I wonder what I would have thought when I walked down the aisle with Sean, if you told me that there would be a day when we wouldn't be able to walk around Jordan Pond in Maine or hike up Rocky Mountain in the Adirondacks or dance in our kitchen while we made dinner together.


I wonder what I would have thought, in September, as we effortlessly piled our adorable little ones into baby carriers, if you had told me I wouldn't even be able to pick them up in my arms and hold them in October.  I love to hold them.



I grieve the loss, whether it ends up being temporary or permanent, of my ability to move freely and without pain.  I grieve the loss of what was, so very recently, our beautiful normal.  I grieve the loss of what was consistent.  I grieve what this means for so many of our dreams.  I grieve being able to drive and think clearly and multitask.  I grieve being able to do daily tasks like clean the house or shop for groceries or organize the playroom or make a meal.  I grieve being able to dance and teach at the studio.  I grieve when I could run out the front door to jump into Sean's arms when he got home from work.  I grieve when I could nurse my baby and pick him up and just hold him.  I grieve when I could give the girls double-piggy-backs during the day and when I could lay in their beds and curl up and snuggle with them at night.

And it's hard.

A lot of people have asked me how I could possibly be choosing joy through all of this.  Well, here's the thing:  disappointment in my life does not give me reason to doubt God or to be so bold as to be angry with Him.  Disappointment gives me a desperate need to trust Him all the more and to cling all the more tightly to His loving arms.  So, while it could be tempting to dwell on what I've lost, I'm not asking, "Why?"


I'm not asking why--because God is constant.

"Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever," (Hebrews 13:8).


I'm not asking why--because God is good.

"The Lord is good to all," (Psalm 145:9).  "The Lord is good and His love endures forever," (Psalm 100:5).  "You are good and what You do is good," (Psalm 119:68).


I'm not asking why--because God is Sovereign.

"He says, 'Be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted in the nations; I will be exalted in the earth,'" (Psalm 46:10).  "In their hearts humans plan their course, but the Lord establishes their steps," (Proverbs 16:9).


I'm not asking why--because God will never forsake me.

"The Lord Himself goes before you and will be with you;  He will never leave you nor forsake you; Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged," (Deuteronomy 31:8).


No, I'm not looking down. I'm not asking, "Why?"  Instead, I'm looking up.  Instead, I'm asking, "Who?" God, show me more of You.  God, show me Your glory.  God, show me Your heart.  God is compassionate. And kind. And slow to anger.  He is full of mercy and grace and tenderness and love.  He is wise, and none of this is a surprise to Him.  He is in control, and He is good.  And...He's not just good.  He is good to you.  He is good to me.

My circumstances can change.  My plans can change.  My dreams can change.  My relationships can change. My health can change. My life can drastically, radically, painfully change.  But the reason I am living this life is for the glory of my God, and no matter what else changes, He will never, ever change.  He is always consistent.  My hope is in Him.  My peace is in Him.  My joy is because of Him.



I love this song that we sing at church called, "Not for a Moment," by Meredith Andrews.  You can listen to it here: 


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qoh26pC2RT8