Heads or Tails with Jean Harrison

After joining a group of women at church in doing an online devotional called "Good Morning Girls", where the women take a passage of Scripture and "S.O.A.P." it (Scripture-Observation-Application-Prayer) Jean found herself thinking through Scripture and it's application to life in her walks with her new puppy, Buddy. Here are some of her musings...

What Needs Pruning?

I looked at my African Violet this morning and realized once again it needs pruning.  The outer leaves are limp because I overwatered it a couple of weeks ago.  The profusion of flowers are past their prime and looking woebegone.  So I succumbed and pruned it.  I don't like to do all that cutting away.  Don't ask me why.  I don't have an answer.  

 

This task made me remember grandpa living in Florida.  He was an avid gardner and would spend a lot of time in his gardens.  The result was a very large vegetable garden plus rose gardens.  The rose gardens were breathtaking.  Every time Brian and I would visit, we would find cut roses in the house.  Practically the first thing I did when entering their house was to look for and smell the roses.  Oh, the different fragrances were so delicious and intoxicating!

  

Grandpa had citrus trees and even grew pineapples.  He would have fresh-squeezed orange juice prepared for grandma every morning.  A labor of love :)  Not being a gardener myself; I once asked him if pineapples grew on trees.  I thought he would never stop laughing :o 

  

But I do remember that grandpa didn't like to prune either.  I recently asked Brian if he remembered that and he replied that, it was only in the later years when his health was failing and he was in the throes of dementia, that he would leave off pruning.  Brian said he had a "showcase garden" before grandpa's mind and body started to fail.

  

Now we have several rose bushes in our minuscule garden in front of the townhouse we live in.  They are gorgeous when they start blooming.  But for several years now have been attacked by insects.  They were sprayed and sprayed with insect repellant and to no avail.  It was only last year that my husband figured out the problem.  We leave our porch light on every night and that attracts moths big time.  It was the moths that were attacking our rose bushes and devouring the leaves early every year.  Okay.....no porch light when the roses are blooming.  Easy fix after all :p

   

This gardening story winds up with me being thankful that my Heavenly Father doesn't have a problem pruning me.  I'm a bushy, thorny disaster waiting to snag or be snagged.  Why does He chasten and prune me?  I'm reading the answer in Hebrews 12:5-6  "My son, do not despise the chastening of The Lord, nor be discouraged when you are rebuked by Him; for whom the LORD loves He chastens, and scourges every son whom He receives". 

 

I am also reading Job 5:17-18 "Behold, happy is the man whom God corrects; therefore do not despise the chastening of the Almighty.  For He bruises, but He binds up; He wounds, but His hands make whole".  So I say with fear and trepidation "bring it on LORD".  I'm your child!