I went running with my sweet, eager dog. (Why is it that I can’t be jumpy-excited when I go running, but my dog is beside himself with joy?) Anyway, as I was running, I ran past flowers who smiled back at me. The Lord whispered a question to me. “Why did I make flowers, Mary?” He asked.
John 15 is a perfect picture of our reproduction. We grow and reproduce ourselves when we’re connected to the Vine. And we grow more when we are pruned by God’s steady hand. We were created for growth, but so many of us (I’m there too), would rather shrink from the pruning sheers because we’re afraid of living life in a new way. We like the old, dead pieces of ourselves far too much, and we see God’s pruning as a terrible invasion of our need for control. As one who prunes, I know that pruning is absolutely necessary to foster a healthy, growing, reproducing plant. If only I could remember that when the knife is poised at my stalk.