In the Orchard

Joy

            Day by day, the Farmer sprinkled water on me, and I grew to love the Sun’s strong overpowering rays. They gave me color and life. The Farmer’s care and attention set my mind at peace, that He would show the Sun that I was His tree. Soon, I had more leaves. I was still a young and immature shoot. But the Sun caused my leaves to spread out. Oh, how I enjoyed the warmth of its flame.

Habakkuk 3:18~ “Yet I will rejoice in the LORD; I will take joy in the God of my salvation. God, the Lord, is my strength; He makes my feet like the deer’s;

He makes me tread on my high places.”

The Living Water

            One day, the water the Farmer poured on me was new. Or at least, I thought it was. I suppose I had always tasted it, but it seemed different this time. It was completely rejuvenating. The Farmer told me it was the water of life, and He had added to it joy. He said I was planted near this heavenly stream the River Life, but I was still to young to find the water deep in the earth. So He gave me some from His cup. It was as if drops of heaven were poured at my roots. My roots drank them eagerly and begged for more. The Farmer gave until my roots were satisfied for a time. I noticed that whenever I refused to drink, my leaves wilted.

Isaiah 49:10~ “They shall not hunger or thirst, neither scorching wind nor sun shall strike them, for He who has pity on them will lead them,

and by springs of water will guide them.”