...but God made it grow 1 Cor. 3:6

I love the parallel of my heart being dirt. In that dirt, was planted a seed, a seed of the kingdom of heaven. God made it grow. I am a branch off of the One True Vine (John 15). He waters me, gives me light to grow. He tills up the soil of my heart to rid it of weeds. He prunes me, trims me...so that I may bear fruit to Him. This is my life in Him. I am in His luscious garden.

May he walk about in it, dwelling and tarrying longer, smelling sweetness and admiring the splendor of His hands. May I bear good fruit to Him, would that I could offer to Him the sweetest of oranges, the kind that make you close your eyes and raise your chin to the heavens in sweet, savory enjoyment. Would that I could be a rosebud, and He bid me to unfold in radiant beauty. Or a gardenia, filling his Holy nostrils with an aroma that warms His soul. Would that a songbird, take rest on my branch and sing to Him a song so sweet He may fear his ears would melt into the melody. Come Lord, linger longer in your garden. Invest your glory here.

"Sing about a fruitful vineyard:

3 I, the LORD, watch over it;
I water it continually.
I guard it day and night
so that no one may harm it.

4 I am not angry.
If only there were briers and thorns confronting me!
I would march against them in battle;
I would set them all on fire.

5 Or else let them come to me for refuge;
let them make peace with me,
yes, let them make peace with me."

6 In days to come...
Israel will bud and blossom
and fill all the world with fruit.

Isaiah 27