When I prophesied 2016 as a sweet and fruitful year over myself at the beginning of the
year I didn't realize I'd go through so much pruning. What I mean is, circumstances
reduced me to my very roots which are grounded in faith. My eyesight was threatened
for five months - mmm, need I say more? Then I had to let go of my 11 year job. Cut away.
Then the joy of all my new dental work of crowns, turned into the thing of nightmares…
when that one tooth broke off. I'm still in this one - it takes several months for bone graft
to grow around the implant stem. I've not been able to eat or speak normally for a
while. I'm still producing the fruit of patience on this one.
My heart's desire was to plant fruit trees this year, so I planted a fig in October and
two apple trees this month. Planting trees is a form of self-blessing - it's
spiritual and physical. I can already taste the sweet figs.
|Massaging roots of apple tree #1.|
|Adding a few rocks for roots on apple tree #2.|
|"Israel" the fig tree has already wiggled happy roots into its new home on the prairie.|
|Israel gives me signs of hope.|
|And last but not least, Zody sunning by the cactus garden.|
How is your season? I hope you are well and fruitful.