What Kind of Fruit?
I have chickens. Hens, but no roosters.
That means that they lay eggs that will never hatch into chicks.
It got me thinking about fruitfulness. . .
I wonder if they produce those beautiful, extra large, brown speckled eggs expecting them to hatch. I wonder if they are disappointed when they don’t. Do they feel a sense of failure because what they expected from their hard work did not come to be?
(That would be me; If I don’t see the results I hoped for, I believe I have failed. Or need some course correction.)
I don’t expect my chickens to hatch anything. I know there’s no rooster for them. I am happy to have the eggs. It is my purpose for having them . . .that, and improving the soil in the yard. I think they’re doing just fine. (They’re even mowing the grass!)
What if the product I expect to see from my life is NOT the product the Father is looking for? What if. . . all he’s looking for is patient endurance instead of a first place ribbon? Or a song of true thanksgiving in my pain rather than a slick polished professional arrangement.
What if . . . what He really wanted from a challenging relationship was for me to speak truth and practice mercy and intercession rather than a friendship without wrinkles?
What if that’s the fruit that remains, that pleases the Father the Vinedresser?
Prune my thinking, O Wise Vine-Dresser! Teach me to be content in the fruit You enable me to bear.
Following Jesus every day in the everyday,
Christi
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