I was planted in the desert.
sprouted and thirsty
The Master Gardener transplanted me to fertile soil and i grew.
Tender roots seeking water deep deep down , spreading out in easier soil.
it’s not more fertile because of it’s location
it’s not more fertile because of the fellow shrubbery
IT IS more fertile because I was created to grow where He planted me.
To sprout in a desert and to root deep in the soil in this bed.
He has staked me to Himself now.
Not to a supposedly good product or even a nearby wall.
He is the only one that never leaves…
that never changes…
that never gives up.
I may shoot my tendrils away, but He gently reaches for me, drawing me gently back into THE VINE.
I am content to be a branch.
Overjoyed to be so near Him.
“let me go deeper Master. I need more of You.”
I pray it…I want it…