Promises to Come

In early Spring while frost still holds
The apple tree prepares
in and sun and warming soil
To shed its Winter cares

And soon its sleeping flowers wake
To peek out of their beds
Then dress with blossoms white and pink
They show their little heads

Deep in those fragile petals hide
The promises to come
Of apples ripe at harvesttime
That bow the branches down

And in the deep of winter’s grip
While wild winds still blow
I trust that He who tends the trees
Will keep me through the snow

And that in Spring He’ll send for me
Dear Jesus lead me home
For now I wait in hopes of all
Your promises to come

Promises to Come
By Peter Caligiuri
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Alone With Jesus

And after six days Jesus took with Him, Peter, James and John and led them up a high mountain by themselves. And He was transfigured before them. Mark 9:2 ESV

One of my favorite hymns begins with the line, “I come to the garden alone.” I often think of those words as I go on my morning walks and as I sit to read the Bible with my first cup of coffee. Today’s verse might make you think you need to go up a mountain, to please God. But what Jesus was really asking, was for Peter, James, and John to be alone, with Him, so they could hear the Father’s voice. That makes me wonder when the last time was that my heart was quiet enough to hear HIs voice. God does not always lead us up mountains. Sometimes our path leads through the valley of the shadow of death, or the garden of Gethsemane, but wherever we find ourselves today, what is most important is to listen to Him there.

Because what matters is not just being alone – what counts is being alone with Jesus. Even if we began today so busy that we did not hear His voice, He still offers us an invitation come and be alone with Him. Whether sitting in a garden, climbing a mountain, or carrying a cross, when we walk with Him and talk with Him, He shares a joy with us that no one else has known. Listen for His voice. Today, He wants to be alone with you!

Edging the Garden Bed

But when it pleased God, who separated me from my mother’s womb and called me through His grace. 
Galatians 1:15 NLT

The average person who walks through a formal garden, might pause to admire the beauty of the peonies, or bend low enough to inhale the scent of the roses, but almost no one says, “Wow look at the beautiful edge on that bed!” But as a professional gardener I can tell you that the edge of any garden is its lifeline, and I can’t even begin to add up the number of miles my garden-spade has cut to prevent the roots of the surrounding lawn from invading the soil around the flowers. Today’s verse talks about cutting a different kind of an edge: one God had made in Paul’s life. Now to modern Western culture, the idea people being separated from one other is totally foreign and smacks of prejudice. But this kind of separation is not made by man but by the Master Gardener of the universe. From birth God cut an edge between what Paul wanted to do, and what God had called Him to do, and He wants to do the same for you and me. But you might protest, “I thought Jesus came to bring us peace on earth, not separation! Doesn’t He love everyone?” Oh yes, Jesus loves everyone, but He is loving, pure and holy and He will not compromise those things to make people happy. Even within families, sometimes God must make a separation, to prevent roots of bitterness, hatred, or unbelief from creeping in. It might seem appealing to us to grow outside His garden edge, but it breaks His heart and there will be a price to pay when those roots get tangled in our hearts. Some of that envy, a little pinch of sarcasm, a hint of jealousy and on and on, wraps their tentacles around our motives and actions. But even if that has happened, there is good news. When we return to God and His word, His garden-spade, which is sharper than any two-edged sword, will begin to separate us again to Him, and by His grace gives us a chance to bloom again!