Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                    The owner said, “I look for fruit on this fig tree,                   and I find none. Cut it down!”          The gardener replied, “Let it alone for one more year,                   until I dig around it and put manure on it....”                            —Luke 13.6-8

What if the task before you is not to mine some vein of regret, not to subtract or amputate, not to punish yourself or squeeze yourself into a shape

but to allow a gentle gardener to dig around your roots, to gift you with manure, to trust in fruits you don't yourself yet see, to wait for hidden beauty to emerge, grace that is already there to flower?

Can you leave your fear of the axe? Can you let go long enough to imagine blossoms? Can you bless your blest, bare branches? Can you let the gardener dig?

Can you hold still?

+ Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

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