I had a dream that I was riding a bike down a country road when a whiff, of one of the most beautiful fragrances I have ever smelled, reached my nose. Looking around I noticed a tree in the ditch which had branches that hung low over the road, so I peddled my bike over to it and leaned in to smell some of the small white blossoms. They had a fresh peach scent that made my mouth water and hunger for peaches. When I searched the tree I saw that it had little peaches growing all over it. Some were the size of quarters, while others were the size of fifty cent pieces. I wanted one but all the fruit was peculiar, in that some of it was rotten; others half eaten, some were misshapen, while many were bruised. I was so bummed because the smell had been so tantalizing and appealing to the senses. I took one last look at the tree and also realized that it was devoid of leaves as well. How bizarre I thought as I peddled away.
As I lay there the next morning contemplating this dream and wondering about its meaning a scripture came to mind, Song of Solomon 4:16.
Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden that its fragrance may spread abroad. Let my lover come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.
I thought about the fragrance that drew me close and then I remembered the awful fruit. How sad it would be for my Lover, Jesus, to come into the garden of my life, which I have given to Him, and find my fruit not edible.
I desire to be so different from this. I want my life in Christ Jesus, to show forth as healthy and whole. I want to be tended properly in His orchard, not alone in some ditch. I want to be a tree whose leaves, which represent healthiness, are abundant and bursting forth in green on the bough. I desire plenty of blossoms that hold the promise of tasty wholesome choice fruit, to adorn every branch and I, in season, want my fruit to be such a representation of Christ that all who taste of it, will come to know Him that grew it.
O’ Father, Tender Gardener, keep me out of the ditch and help me mend my ways. Plant me in your garden of love, wisdom, prudence, peace, joy, understanding and patience. Let not my mind be fertilized by the garbage of this world but let it be nurtured and nourished by Your Word which is truth and life. O’ Lord, let the fruit of my life be choice and may its fragrance reach abroad. In the Name Above All Names I ask and pray, amen.
As I lay there the next morning contemplating this dream and wondering about its meaning a scripture came to mind, Song of Solomon 4:16.
Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden that its fragrance may spread abroad. Let my lover come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.
I thought about the fragrance that drew me close and then I remembered the awful fruit. How sad it would be for my Lover, Jesus, to come into the garden of my life, which I have given to Him, and find my fruit not edible.
I desire to be so different from this. I want my life in Christ Jesus, to show forth as healthy and whole. I want to be tended properly in His orchard, not alone in some ditch. I want to be a tree whose leaves, which represent healthiness, are abundant and bursting forth in green on the bough. I desire plenty of blossoms that hold the promise of tasty wholesome choice fruit, to adorn every branch and I, in season, want my fruit to be such a representation of Christ that all who taste of it, will come to know Him that grew it.
O’ Father, Tender Gardener, keep me out of the ditch and help me mend my ways. Plant me in your garden of love, wisdom, prudence, peace, joy, understanding and patience. Let not my mind be fertilized by the garbage of this world but let it be nurtured and nourished by Your Word which is truth and life. O’ Lord, let the fruit of my life be choice and may its fragrance reach abroad. In the Name Above All Names I ask and pray, amen.
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