As I, with surgical precision, cut away fronds and watched them fall to the tabletop below, I thought of how the Lord cares for me, tending to my heart like the most watchful gardener tending to a prized rose…
Because, though on the day of my salvation, I stood fully cleansed by Christ’s blood, He’s still not finished with me yet.
I look at the new life springing forth.
He is doing a new thing. Do you not perceive it? He is making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.
He is making those dry dusty places, our wagon tracks, overflow with abundance.
He is removing my heart of stone and replacing it with a heart of flesh.
I pray you too know that He didn’t stop at salvation, though that was a gift beyond measure.
No, friend, He continues to shape those who love Him. We need not walk the earth alone and wait for our time in heaven. He has good things for us now.
If we’ll only remain clay in His hands. If we’ll only come eager, like the children who gather around my feet at school each day.
If we’ll endure a little pruning, friend, He’ll shape our hearts in ways we couldn’t imagine.