An afternoon on the farm. A lesson learned.
The vineyard, though once unkept and desolate, has revived.
The soil doesn't seem promising. The situation helpless, and yet, life is evident. Twisted vines, draped with fruit prove that all is not lost.
What made the difference?
The care of the vinedresser.
Bells ring..."I am the true vine, and My Father is the vinedresser..."
Flourishing plants. Ripening fruit. Hope in seemingly impossible odds...all because our Father is the vinedresser.
I'm thankful...
Praxis-- “Praxis” means not only to try, but also to penetrate, to fight, to give in, to win, to lose, to kneel down, to get up, to accept the struggle and fight until the last breath...
