My Mock Orange however I love and I have nurtured it through icy winters and blazing summers, watching it grow from a single stem to a small shrub almost to my waist. Its new growth, light green and soft, shows my time and attention.
I looked over at the dried and withered conifer and realised that it could also look as healthy as my Mock Orange if I had tended it more.
My spiritual life is the same. What I tend I grow. I can leave my spiritual progress to fend for itself and it will look like my conifer, sad and brown or I can do all I can to maintain its chance for maximum growth.
The Word of God is my water, prayer my fertilizer and my worship the wind. It is summer now I need all the water I can get!