Three tree-trimmers rolled up here early this morning,
tasked with cutting back the trees which have grown too close to the overhead
power lines. Some of the leaves of the elm were scorched, revealing that power
had arced and singed them in the past.
Peace has come now that they have left. Trees look like they
have had a bad haircut, lopped and trimmed severely. I’m grateful that the
lilac had largely finished blooming, as all of that would be gone otherwise.
We are left with a small hillock of wood chips, which will
be useful in the garden.
Nothing wasted.
Jesus told his followers that his Father, our Father, is the
divine gardener. He prunes us as we have need, where we have grown too vigorously,
where we are in danger of being singed by powers stronger than we recognise.
This is the day the Lord has made. He is pruning us all. May
we submit and have teachable spirits, humbly allowing him to re-make us in the
image of Jesus, our servant-king.
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