Though inexperienced with fruit-bearing vines, the flowering vines covering the front of my house remind me daily of my true home. My true home is in the True Vine, and here I abide, a branch. If through all the cosmic comings and goings in heaven and on earth the True Vine trembles nary a twig, then here I gladly abide and trust the abilities of the Vinedresser.
It is something wonderful to be a branch in this vine. The branches of this vine draw life from Christ. They bend low not beneath the weight of the world, but (how beautiful!) beneath the weight of His love and peace. Just a branch? Yes, just a blessed branch!
Author: Carolyn Roehrig