Today my friends and I talked about work.
About abiding.
About being the most amazing branch EVER, but if you don’t reproduce yourself, then when you die, you are only so much firewood.
No memory of you.
No saplings.
No fruit.

“By this my Father is glorified, that you bear much fruit and so prove to be my disciples.” John

I may be the most productive, successful person ever.
But if I do not reproduce myself, my work stops with me.
I can reach only as far as I can reach.

On being seed-filled: What benefit to the tree is the fruit?
It is not for the tree. It is outward focused.

“Remind me of this with every decision: Generations will reap what I sow. I can pass on a curse or a blessing to those I will never know.” Sarah Groves