Father I am struggling this week. Last year felt like a year of pruning. And I know in John 15 you said, “every branch that does bear fruit he prunes, that it may bear more fruit.” But Father it hurts. It seems as soon as I feel like I am back on my feet, back to bearing fruit, then I am chopped again in the pruning process.
There are things in my life that I feel would not make a difference one way or another, but yet I feel your pruning. This lack of control I feel is scary, but I know this testing of my faith develops perseverance (James 1). The sinful side of me pleads, “Father there are so many people you give a ‘pass’ to in certain areas, but you never let me get away with one single thing.”
Constant pruning.
Having my heart open and raw seems to be a constant feeling. A feeling I rather do not enjoy. This week you led me to the verse about being a lover of discipline so in turn I gain knowledge. And if I do not care for disciple then that is stupid. Well Father I feel stupid because this discipline hurts.
I know
For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD. Isaiah 55:8
I praise you Father when I don’t understand why, I praise you when all I feel is your constant pruning. I praise you that you don’t give up on me, even though it hurts so much. Because as much as your pruning hurts, I think I would fear it more if I felt nothing from you.
Father forgive me if I can not produce “good prayers” during this season, all I can seem to pray is “help me, teach me, don’t give up on me (even when I want to give up).” Give me that perseverance that develops faith, and the certain joy that comes in trails so that I may become mature and complete; lacking in nothing (James 1).












