Jesus, the True Vine

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“I am the true grapevine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch of mine that doesn’t produce fruit, and he prunes the branches that do bear fruit so they will produce even more. You have already been pruned and purified by the message I have given you. Remain in me, and I will remain in you. For a branch cannot produce fruit if it is severed from the vine, and you cannot be fruitful unless you remain in me.” John 15:1-4

I’ve been doing a lot of gardening lately – and by that I mean, I’ve been pruning and cutting and pruning and cutting… Because I have a two year old – my gardening is often haphazard and never really complete. I often have to abandon my landscaping tasks with pulled weeds, cut branches, bush trimmings and pruned flower stems strewn all over my yard. The next day I will venture out to clean up the previous day’s trimmings and will find them browning and wilted. 

prune
[proon]
verb (used with object), pruned, pruning.

  1. to cut or lop off (twigs, branches, or roots).
  2. to cut or lop superfluous or undesired twigs, branches, or roots from;trim.

In the same way, when we remain close to Christ, He will prune down the unnecessary parts of our lives. The word prune literally means to cut off things that are undesired.

It brings to mind my beautiful crabapple tree in my front yard. The blooms on this tree initially drew me to our condo and were always the signal that spring was here – new life was on its way. This year, the blooms came and fell almost immediately. The leaves that were left wilted and bore brown spots that signaled the tree was sick. I’ve had to find as many dead and infected branches as possible and cut them off. I have to gather all the fallen leaves this autumn and burn them and then treat my beloved tree in the spring with a special fungicide. This process is long and painstaking. But the tree will die without it. Similarly, without Christ cutting the undesired parts of my life away from me, I would die. Im learning that I’d much rather look back and see parts of my flesh wilting away without connection to the vine, than to remain apart of who I am and weaken my soul.

To My Under-Appreciated Husband

Dear Husband,

I want so badly to be the wife you deserve…

A wife that greets you at the door, when you come home for work, emotionally stable with a smile on my face.

A wife who could manage our son’s doctors appointments on her own.

A wife that could spend time pouring over recipes to make you the perfect dinner each night.

A wife that didn’t nag or snap at you.

A wife who didn’t need you to immediately take our son after a long day of work.

I yearn to be a wife that is nurturing, selfless and thoughtful.

I’m humbled each day when…

You come home from work greeting me with a smile and asking about MY day as you take our son into your arms to give me a break.

You take time in the middle of your busy day to attend EVERY doctors appointment you can for our son (usually having to work extra to make up for the time.)

You make your own lunch each day and pick us up dinner every night.

You support every weight loss program I try, wake up early so I can sleep in…

…change poopy diapers while getting ready for work, don’t criticize me for wearing cut off pants, crocs and a puke stained shirt in public with you (yes it really happens), and listen patiently as I rant and rave that you aren’t being attentive to my needs (clearly not the case).

Thank you for your unconditional love.

Thank you for providing each day for our family above and beyond what we need.

Thank you for making our son laugh so hard.

Thank you for being an incredible man of God…

…and for giving me a family I never dreamed possible!

Love your incredibly grateful wife.