My sweet and precious Savior, lead me away from the cacophony of daily requirement. Let me follow You into the meadow of solitude where meditation on Your Word fully nourishes my soul. Your hand has provided the grain of peace, but it is my proclivity to grind it. Your guidance has led me to the filed of harvest. It is to my delight that I use the tools provided in order to gather what Your heart has sown. Lord, the fruit of Your Holy Spirit hangs heavy upon the branches of my behavior. It is my responsibility to You to pluck it. While the Living Water of Your Holy Word flows at my feet, may I stoop down to drink of it every day. Teach me not to be afraid of the silent stillness because there is where I meet You. The musing meditation of all that You are, Jesus, is time well spent. Within these quiet rendezvous great riches are found. For the wealth of my impoverished soul only comes through You. Jesus, You are my treasure and reward. Under the beauty of the Word set down in Matthew 7:16-20 and the authority of Christ Jesus I bow in prayer.

You will recognize them by their fruits. Are grapes gathered from thornbushes, or figs from thistles? So, every healthy tree bears good fruit, but the diseased tree bears bad fruit. A healthy tree cannot bear bad fruit, nor can a diseased tree bear good fruit.  Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. Thus you will recognize them by their fruits.
Matthew 7:16-20, ESV