The Legend Of Michael Le Branch

(A story of hope and encouragement for kindred branches)
 
Michael the branch woke up one day full of despair and hopelessness. After a successful life as a productive branch of a fruit tree, the gardener's pruning knife had separated him from his life source of sap and he had endured the hot summer months on the ground. His once beautiful body was now dried, withered, and seemingly useless. 
"What's the use?" he reasoned. "It's all over! I can't even be used as a piece of furniture or even as a toothpick. I'll never amount to anything!" And with that he gave up his last gasp of life.
Time passed uneventfully until one day his dried-out branch body was grasped by a hopeless widow who was a mother gathering dried branches in order to build a fire so she may cook a final meal for herself and her son.  Her terminal intentions were redirected by a prophet who imparted purpose, eternal provision, revival of a dead son, and became memorialized in Scripture with all glory given to God.
(1 Kings 17:8-24)
Now, Michael the branch’s conclusions about his own destiny are seen to be premature and grossly too small. The ultimate release of the pent up and abiding forces of light and heat for the larger story can now be appreciated as a wonder of creation. 
May kindred ‘branches’ take heart and be inspired with the knowledge and understanding of the magnificence of Creation and Creator.
 
(John 15:5 “I am the Vine, you are the branches. He who abides in Me, and I in him, bears much fruit; for without Me you can do nothing.”)