In order that we may bear more fruit, God the Father prunes us. Sometimes well-meaning Christians have cut too much too soon, hindering growth.
A dear but sadly abused child of God pictured her experience in the following poem:
A friend of mine whose grapevines died was about to throw them away.
I said, "I'll take your vines and make something special of them today." As I gently bent one vine, entwining round and round,
a rustic wreath began to form, potential did abound.
One vine would not go where it should, and anxious as I was,
I forced it so to change its shape, it broke - - and what the cause? If I had taken precious time to slowly change its form,
it would have made a lovely wreath, not a dead vine, broken and torn.
As I finished bending, adding blooms and applying trim, I realized how that rustic wreath is like my life within.
You see, so many in my life have tried to make me change.
They've forced my spirit anxiously, I tried to rearrange. But when the pain was far too great, they forced my fragile form;
I plunged far deeper in despair, my spirit broken and torn.
Then God allowed a gentle one who knew of dying vines, to kindly, patiently allow the Lord to take His time.
And though the vine has not yet formed a decorative wreath,
I know that with the help of God's servant's, one day when Christ I meet,
He'll see a finished circle, a perfect gift to Him. It will be a finished product, a wreath with all the trim.
So as you look upon this gift, the vine round and complete, remember God is using you to gently shape His wreath.
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