I had to do some pruning today, cutting back tall stalks whose once-beautiful dark purple flowers are now brown, ugly and dry. Embarrassingly, I felt sad, pausing to make sure I really needed to cut these withering stems down to the ground. I’d already waited a few days hoping they weren’t really dead, (maybe they’d have a second life!) but with things only looking deader daily it was time for them to go.
Now pruned, the garden looks better, crisper and cleaner. I got to thinking about how human this reaction is, not wanting to prune. We don’t always like to get rid of “dead” things, like sins for example. We probably all know of a particular sin that should go, but it’s our nature to procrastinate the pruning, which can be painful, and we try to find another way. Perhaps God is trying to teach me something about life through the garden. Seasons come and go, and cutting back the flowers reminds me that it takes faith and action (even pruning) to produce the best new fruit.