Thursday, August 18, 2011

Lessons from the Land

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...