fruitful

They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the LORD for the display of his splendor.


the planting is trust

the process is obedience

the reward is rootedness


i am planting an orchard. i am planting an orchard of my beauty.

a garden of my splendor.

a forest of my glory.


you are the seedling.

i dig a hole and look for soft soil.

i look for a heart yielded to me.

i work in your surrender.

where there is trust, there is fertile ground.


deep in your being i plant a seed.

and i place you close to streams of life-giving water.


He is like a tree planted by water, that sends out its roots by the stream, and does not fear when heat comes, for its leaves remain green, and is not anxious in the year of drought, for it does not cease to bear fruit.


you do not have to worry about days to come.

whether winter or spring.

famine or plenty.

blazing heat or drenching storms.

for your roots will go deep.

deep into the wells of my faithfulness.

where i will keep you fruitful. i will keep you growing. i will keep you green.


there is a joy in opening your palms towards heaven.

closed fists cannot give, neither can they receive.

closed fists are fickle yet stubborn.

ready to fight and unwilling to be molded.

but open fists are given.

they open their cracked skin towards the heavens to be poured into.

to be poured out of.

to surrender.

oh, what i can do with palms open.


i desire you.

i desire you for me.

i desire to walk in the orchard and find much fruit. i long for you to bear much fruit.


You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit and that your fruit should abide, so that whatever you ask the Father in my name, he may give it to you.


for this reason, be rooted.

soak in the richness of my presence.

seek it with everything you are.

yearn for the wells of living water with your whole being.

see? see how i draw near to you?

i come close and tend to the blossoms of your soul.

i nurture those who abide in me.

i bless them.

...

i bless you.


you will yield fruit in every season.

your soul will be evergreen- never to whither away.

you will prosper when the wicked fade.

you will sing when the fearful crumble under anxiety.

you will bless when the hardened curse.

you will give when the hopeless fall into scarcity.

your bucket will be full when other's are empty.

you will be filled with peace when the world is full of chaos.

you will be free when the oppressed are ceased.


yes, this is my promise. my reward.

to those who stay trusting.

those who stay planted.

those who stay pure.


He is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers.

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