Keep Your Own Garden…

Published by Deborah Negron M.A.

“I am the true vine, and My Father is the vinedresser. Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in Me. “I am the vine, you are the branches. He who abides in Me, and I in him, bears much fruit; for without Me you can do nothing. If anyone does not abide in Me, he is cast out as a branch and is withered; and they gather them and throw them into the fire, and they are burned. If you abide in Me, and My words abide in you, you will ask what you desire, and it shall be done for you. By this My Father is glorified, that you bear much fruit; so you will be My disciples.
John 15:1‭, ‬4‭-‬8

The perfect flower…
Cultivated and cared for by the gardeners…
Watered precisely when necessary. Provided with he most sun.
This flower given the opportunity to thrive,
Yes, to thrive and give such beauty and satisfaction to those who had the grand pleasure of seeing the beauty of that flower.

The gardener, proud of his dedication and his attention to his Rose Bush was repaid by being able to see who admired he beauty of his beautiful flower. Attached to theros Bush this flower would remain a special treasure.

One day a particular admirer came.
He seems to appreciate the garden.
He appeared genuine in his car for what the gardener had accomplished. He asked to share in the gardeners care. The gardener seeing as he had so work, thought, the help would be valuable. Then I can do more.
He agreed to allow the admirer to come in and assist with the garden’s care.

One day, the gardener came out to his garden. As he looked he saw all things looked as thy always did. Yet something seemed off.
Somehow the rose bush seemed empty. There were very few Roses to admire.
As he came closer he noted that his most precious rose was no longer on the rose bush.
He was heartbroken.

In came the man who had offered to help him with the garden. The gardener mentioned how things had changed and how his most favorite Rose was gone.

The admirer said, well, its not lost. I av taken some of he flowers and dried them so I could capture their beauty permanently.
Horrified, the Gardener said, you have killed my flower! Its beauty gon!
Oh no, it’s a modern way we can preserve the beauty of the flower. It looks alive, I’ll show you.

Many of us experience beauty in our lives. We have beautiful families, precious children and and yet we have a desire to have more. Meanwhile those we have not been careful to guard against have comin and changed the beauty of our gardn for falsehoods.
Thy have come in and perverted our gardens.
They have taken the very heart of what we have worked so hard for and want to keep our living treasure lifeless in a perpetual case.

Oh wake up husband, take out time from your ritual and daily routines. Cherish your wife. Appreciate her worth.

Oh dear wife, tend to your own husband. Be concerned to be true, give no room for the enemy to show you a fool.

Oh foolish father look in on who shares your space. They may be watering your garden and drowning the life out of your offspring.

Oh, sweet mom, be not fooled by the extra hands that seem to be there to help. They may steal your treasure and bring about great harm causing you heartache and loss.

Oh wake up brother and sister, wake up my friend…

Don’t let time go on. Begin to prune and cut away. Fight for your garden. Keep away the weeds. Keep away all who want to sweep in. Guard them Rose’s, guard the vines. I pray you still have time.

The Rose is attached so it has life…
When it is cut off it will surely die.

May 27, 2021

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