Like a tree, I must be pruned of a lot of dead branches before I will be ready to bear good fruit.  Think of changed people as trees which have been stripped of their old branches, pruned, cut and bare.  But through the dark, seemingly dead branches, flows silently, secretly, the new sap, until with the sun of spring comes new life.  There are new leaves, buds, blossoms, and fruit many times better because of the pruning.  I am in the hands of a Master Gardener, who makes no mistakes in His pruning.

Photo courtesy of MAGGS

Photo courtesy of MAGGS

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