The wisteria in the photo was subjected to a lot of pruning last summer, fall and winter. I am not fond of pruning, but I love flowers. The previous owner claimed she detested pruning. So, I have donned gloves and become very familiar with my secateurs. I have tackled quite a bit of rambling vines and branches since we moved in over two years ago.
In the same way that my garden needs fruitless parts removed, I know that my Father regularly leads me to shed off needless areas of my life. My attitude is somewhat like the old woody rose growing on the fence near the ancient apple tree. It is very prickly with thorns that can penetrate any garden glove I own. The lady, before us, suggested I just cut it down and remove it. If my daughter and I had never seen it in bloom, that would be tempting. Yes, I resist pruning like that cranky rose – but I have been pruned enough times to know the Gardener is correct.
I haven’t completely whipped that rose into shape yet, but I am encouraged now that I see how gloriously the wisteria has responded to my efforts. Prune on, heavenly Father, I know you’re not done with me either.
“I run in the path of your commands, for you have set my heart free. Direct me in the path of your commands, for there I find delight.” Psalm 119: 32 & 35 NIV