The Amazing Provision of God


Monday I was making some lemon marmalade and in the process of preparing the fruit I was removing the seed and bitter parts, I reflecting that each seed could potentially grow a new tree.  In time with water and weeding and fertilizing I could have 50 to 100 trees from this one batch alone.  An amazing abundance is provided for us, when all we have to do is plant and water and the seeds grow.  While it takes some effort, some concern to keep the weeds and other predators out, that’s about it.  I will prune it so I can pick it but in time I will have and orchard that is overwhelming.  With the planting of some fruit trees I and my family and friends enjoying each season of fruit and by preserving it we enjoy it’s sweetness for the times when there is no fresh fruit.

I consider this metaphor of what I am supposed to be doing through the extending God’s love through the power of his spirit and bearing fruit.

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.”  Galatians 5:22-23

If God can produce fruit in and through me would it not also have seeds that could grow an orchard if it get watered and tended?  Do you see how it works when through the life of one man the world can be changed forever?  This gift of grace is amazing.

Through His loving discipline God prunes me as he is preparing me to flourish and make the fruit accessible to others.  Through my wounds and flaws I produce more fruit since we are grafted onto him directly, my production is in direct relationship to the source of nourishment.    I merely have to remain in Him.  This is not to say I do nothing because he prunes and through faith/obedience I can have confidence that whether I grow crooked or scraggly I can bear fruit as he is there to tend my life and help me up when I fall and all I we do is remember to always look back, to just remain in him.  As the fruit is harvested I know if the seeds are just not cast into the compost although they flourish there as well.  Through death comes life!

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