January is pruning month. The timing is unintuitive. The trees and plants are at their weakest, having lost leaves and beauty, branches dried from the cold—wind, rain, and snow beating on them. Old, dry hydrangea flowers hang limp, a reminder of their former glory in the past season.
And then comes pruning, and the plant is left at its bare minimum. Only what is healthy and has potential for productivity remains attached.
Our life’s seasons are not necessarily related to the weather and may not have such a strictly timed rotation. The pruning for us may not be as rhythmic as expected. It can be quick and often, and sometimes deep and long.
This time, for me, the cuts were bone-deep—limbs off.
Troubles and suffering in our life are not a matter of if but when they come. The real question is How will we handle them? What will we be abiding in and holding onto? That what will either break us or save us.
"I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world." — John 16:33
This was not my first season experiencing radical pruning.
God continually reminded the Israelites to remember and retell the story of their deliverance—how He brought them out of slavery, led them through the wilderness, and into the promised land through much power and many miracles.
"And you shall remember the whole way that the Lord your God has led you these forty years in the wilderness, that he might humble you, testing you to know what was in your heart, whether you would keep his commandments or not." — Deuteronomy 8:2
Likewise, the Psalms are filled with encouragement for those suffering, reminding them of who God is and what He has done:
"Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he in anger shut up his compassion?
Then I said, 'I will appeal to this, to the years of the right hand of the Most High.'
I will remember the deeds of the Lord; yes, I will remember your wonders of old.
I will ponder all your work and meditate on your mighty deeds.
Your way, O God, is holy. What god is great like our God?" — Psalm 77:9-13
I had seen the Lord keep me and save me through the deep waters of my life before. I remember Him showing up and intervening on my behalf for His glory. That record became my strongest anchor through life's distractions. It became the leading light through clouds of doubt, the holding hand through loud thunder, the comforting presence through the pouring tears.
I had seen the Lord before, and I couldn’t unsee Him anymore.
That assurance became my life ring. It led me to safety. And I know He will again provide for me: manna in the desert, a pillar of light through the night, and a guiding cloud by day.
Proven over and over: when it’s Him that we seek, Him we will see.
Pruning season may not be over. Whatever must be cut from me, take it away, Lord. I know each cut will bring a tear, but You will wipe away each of them.
I choose You. Help me to keep choosing You.
"Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in me." — John 15:4
I don’t journal. I wish I had the capacity to do so—especially in times of trial when so much is happening.
But during this recent pruning season, the Lord resurrected an old gift. I wrote a lot of poems.
May you enjoy these couple of chosen ones and find in them encouragement for your storms as well.
HUMBLED
Before every tongue will confess
and every knee will bow,
Ongoing and long is the process:
I’m not God, but you are.
I don’t need to know every station
to jump on your bus.
I treasure your final destination
for the ride in you to trust.
Faith is harder than control.
Submission harder than power.
But much more wonder in it all,
such awe and peace every hour.
Who holds the purpose, its extent?!
Who gives value to every deep breath?!
The one who holds beginning and end,
Himself humbled to the point of death.
FOR NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE WITH YOU
Praying for life-giving faith
Over suffocating fear
For nothing is impossible with you.
Praying for life lessons
Over trauma for life.
For nothing is impossible with you
To work on my log
and not on the others spec obsess.
For nothing is impossible with you.
Praying thoughts of mercy
to lead much ahead than sacrifices.
For nothing is impossible with you.
To be prompt to forgive and believe
Over the ruins of doubt.
For nothing is impossible with you.
Praying for Hope of glory
Rising over the hurt of sin
For nothing is impossible with you
Praying ……………..
…………………………. you.
………………………….. you.
SOJOURNER
So, I’ll pick up my things and go
to the new spot you’ve assigned me.
A new place I’ll make my home,
wherever your presence comes to be.
My dowry chest will carry again
silly earthly treasures of my family.
Heavier each time with new keepsakes.
Until I drop them all for rest in eternity.
I’ll plant a new garden, new memories.
New roots to shoot, new fruit to give.
Over and over ready to do it again
Until I reach the city where you live.