Be still before me in the crisp Sonlight of my springtime.
Pause to allow me to renew and refresh you. Pruning might hurt at the time but it shapes and prevents unplanned/unnatural growth which saps strength - growth away/apart from me. I love you.
You shall bloom, bud by bud; flower bringing forth fruit. I delight in all of my orchard at springtime - fresh, renewed with deep, well nourished roots resplendent in springtime garb. Full of my fragrance.
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Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news