While setting the table for a special luncheon here at our cozy nest on the hill, I saw beauty in this pumpkin stem that I used in our centerpiece.
We have a city garden here in the country. And as I was picking the first pumpkin, I snapped the stem off just like I would see them at the farmer's market - short and sweet. But when I got to the second pumpkin, I could not resist keeping a good portion of the stem. It was lovely -
The loose and tightly bound tendrils and the raffia looking stem,
The beauty of the twisted vine etched with lines.
The vine made me think of my past. Sometimes, like the first pumpkin I picked, I'm all to eager to discount and cut off my past. The whole "please don't remember who I was before Christ" thought. Some of my memories, like the pumpkin vine, are furrowed with grief, guilt and pain. Some seasons of my past were twisted and I was tightly bound to the things that brought Christ no glory.
As I reflect on seasons of harvest when I brought You no inkling of glory
You remind me of Romans 8:28 and how You can work in each and every story
Even though each vine and tendril was once very tightly bound
Hallelujah! Your Word and Your way is offered to ALL and can be found
So LORD, I'm believing You can use every last inch of my furrowed past
And turn it into Your eternal glory, the treasures that will last
I thank You LORD that in each and every season
You will use (what to my earthly mind) has no rhyme or reason
So please help me to stay connected to The One True Vine
Watered with Your Word and by Your Spirit, kept totally in line
In the Mighty, Redemptive and Restorative Name,