It's buzzing in my head. "I am the vine; you are the branches." It makes me want to run outside right now, even though it's raining, and take pictures of vines engulfing my ugly, chain link fence in the back yard, transforming it into a mysterious, lush ecosystem. I'll capture the scene from different angles when the light shines just right from the morning sky.
"I am the vine; you are the branches." It makes me wonder what it really, really, really means, nothing canned. How extensive is the metaphor intended? The branches become the vine-become the branches...
"I am the vine; you are the branches." It persuades me to close my eyes and imagine myself as a succulent shoot, a fresh, spring vine, opening to air, sun, water, sky, the creative force that drives me.
"I am the vine; you are the branches." How inexplicably close. How remarkably special. "I am the vine; you are the branches." Wow!
I am the vine, you are the branches. Those who abide in me and I in them bear much fruit because apart from me, you can do nothing. John 15:5
Peace. Love, Linda
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