I AM the True Vine, and My Father is the Vinedresser.
Any branch in Me that does not bear fruit [that stops bearing] He cuts away (trims off, takes away); and He cleanses and repeatedly prunes every branch that continues to bear fruit, to make it bear more and richer and more excellent fruit. End of quote.
Thank You. How Encouraging Your Words Ring In My Hearing …?
Why do I get so despondent? Because I look to people and things to please me instead of whatever I am supposed to do to abide in You, but!
- I am so glad for my Father’s pruning shears!
- They landed on me
- No one came or called.
- No goodies to satisfy my pleasure.
- No much progress with my graphic’s skill.
- Nothing worked yesterday as opposed to the day before.
- The day before? Up in the clouds of laughter and fun!
- Company came.
- In good terms with Ahmad.
- Ah! It felt so good!
- But this morning? Blah!
- Guess what? I beginning to feel better already, why?
- You quickened me to check the response to the latest post.
- The latest post? Excellent response.
- Wow! Better fruit and more and richer and more excellent fruit than before.
- Much encourage to head and publish the Part 2 of the previous post in the rest of the sites.
The Latest Post? Excellent Response? …
It is now Wednesday, March 31, 2021 at 10:24 am. Master? You know how I wonder why You let me see the excellency of the response to what You have me to post.
- I wonder when I happen to see the multitude of followers of most posts at large, but!
- What I post? Maybe a few at the most.
- Sometimes? Maybe one or two.
- Even so? My sense is as if thousands have responded.
- I get to wonder and ponder.
- Will I ever learn?
- Why wonder why?
- Snip! Snip! The Father’s shears clip! Clip!
- But then when the clipping ends?
- The Song of Solomon the pain as well to end.
- O what a blessed song to my heart You sing!
- Not a human being. To heal. To comfort?
- Not a thing. Nothing at all can healing and comfort bring.
Quote:
Song of Solomon 2:4 AMPC+
