Saturday, June 29, 2013
Pruning and Cultivation
A thunderstorm rumbled through town yesterday. Rain, wind, the works. In the aftermath, we found one of the sapling trees on our property had split in two. We hadn't planned on spending the weekend doing yard work, but that seems to be the plan now.
We woke up to a glorious sunny morning. One of those rare mornings that looks like perfect biking weather.
My husband, who loves to bike, hesitated.
"I'd love to go for a long ride, but there's that tree waiting for me in the backyard."
"The tree will wait," I said. "Go."
And while my husband enjoyed the summer morning doing what he loves, I went outside and pruned up the tree. Not because I had to, but because my husband wouldn't have to.
Just me, and the birds, and God, having a conversation about cultivating a servant heart. Serving my husband, in ways big and small, knowing that he does the same for me on a daily basis. Serving my children, and encouraging them to serve, too. Pruning away the dead to make room for new life.
Sweating, in my sun hat and garden clogs.
It was a good way to spend the morning.