There is a reason behind this blog; a reason behind visiting a free blog-hosting site, designing a simple blog space and beginning to post words, phrases, and paragraphs on the worldwide web. There was a reason, and there still is a reason. Sometimes we need a reminder of what our reasons are.
This blog comes forth from the thankfulness I have about my own life.
I didn’t begin writing or wanting to share what I think because I was in deep thought over the life of my sister, cousin, friend, or anyone else I know and think I have some grand wisdom to improve their lives. It’s because in my own life I have needed the fellowship, the advice, the voice in the desert, and I have been edified, encouraged, challenged, convicted, and spurred on by words penned by other people tens, hundreds, and thousands of miles away that I will never meet this side of heaven.
A couple of years ago I was in a motherhood desert, and while I was there I was hungrily (but discerningly) keeping my eyes open for Godly fellowship and wisdom. I found blogs and books, some of which I still enjoy, such as Generation Cedar, Nursery of the Nation, Sally Clarkson’s “The Mission of Motherhood” and Nancy Wilson’s “The Fruit of Her Hands”.
One day when my mother was over for a visit, I was sharing with her the fruit I was deliciously devouring from the authors’ and bloggers’ pages, and my mother said,
“A good book, written by a good Christian author, is like fellowship.”
Sweet fellowship. That is exactly how I felt. I felt like I had the privilege of sitting down with an older, wiser, sweet woman of God and she was sharing her heart with me, saying “I know, young mother, I’ve been there. Let me tell you about it and see if you can relate.”
Tell Me Again Why I’m Here
I wish I could share with you the entire chapter of “Heavy Branches” in Rachel Jankovic’s book “Loving the Little Years”, where she talks about our duty to bear fruit and our non-duty of worrying about what happens to it. I hope you are able to hop over to the bookstore and add this book to your treasury as soon as possible.
Just what does being fruitful look like?…true fruitfulness requires constant, year-round attention. It requires taking risks. It might mean making a truckload of apples to throw in a ditch out in the country somewhere. It is funny to think about, but God does not tell us to necessarily be strategic with our fruit. …What happens to all our fruit is not our problem. That doesn’t mean that we are not to care about the fruit. While it is on our branches, it is our life work. It is an offering to God, and we ought to care immensely about the quality of our fruit. But the branches are our responsibility; the ground is not. (p. 32, 33)
I want to bear fruit. I want to share where I’ve been and what I’ve learned for the other Melissa’s out there. For the girls, women, wives, mothers and hopefuls who just need one more voice in the desert. Do I think I’m a saving grace? No, that’s Jesus Christ. But I’m here for a reason, just like you. I’m here to bear fruit.
Spindly Branches on The Blogfront
Rachel Jankovic goes on to say that worrying about the ground only limits our production, our bearing of fruit ripe for the picking.
But what does this apply to in real life? …Are you holding yourself back on things, afraid that the end result will not be worthy of your labor? Are you afraid to fail? …Are you limiting the branches upon which you are willing to bear fruit? (p. 33)
I can’t think of who might read this blog, because when I do, I think of the people I know and why they already have or don’t need the fruit I have to offer. I think of what I think they might think, and that is completely fruitless. The ground is not my responsibility; my own branches are.
Bursting into Bloom
Fruit is the purpose of this blog. I want to share bushels of fruit with you–the bushels God has given to me and the bushels He allows me to give. I have been so blessed by the fruit of other people willing to burst forth with photos of their children, stories of their marriages, recipes, thoughts, and ponderings of God’s Word. Not because I think they are right, sometimes it’s not an issue of wrong or right, black or white–There is right and wrong, but within the bounds of righteousness there’s a whole lot of life, full of individuality and creativity, because God is infinitely creative. That’s what fellowship is; sweet, fruit-filled fellowship is when God‘s children share in each other’s harvests.
Apples and Oranges
You may not fancy my fruit. Or maybe you do like my fruit, but not my variety. Maybe you love my fruit and like my variety, but at times my ripeness doesn’t suit your palate. That’s ok. The apple tree doesn’t worry about whether every person and animal will enjoy its fruit and use it for beautiful things. The tree was created to bear specific fruit, and its work is to do that to the fullest, working heartily as if unto the Lord and not for men. The beauty that gets made out of the fruit is the work of God’s hands, not ours. God is the One who allows fresh, crunchy apples to nourish life. And it is God who turns rotten apples into fertile soil. We might bake the pie or till the soil, but God is the giver of life.
Don’t be afraid to bear fruit. Delicious, abundant, and specific fruit.
Praying you have a beautiful, fruit-filled day!
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