Trees don’t appear overnight.

Over the last few weeks and months, I have been meditating on and off on this concept of being like a tree. Rooted. Useful. With fruit, and leaves, and a river. Birds flying around, people having picnics. Possibly even treehouses. And definitely still there when winter’s frost has gone and the winds have blown themselves out.

Psalm1 verse 3 says

That person is like a tree planted by streams of water,
which yields its fruit in season
and whose leaf does not wither—
whatever they do prospers.

So, I’ve been muttering to myself over the weeks and months “be a tree, be a tree, Be A Treeeeeeee!”

It helps that at home, I am surrounded by trees. Big trees that change the view from my bedroom window as the seasons change. I drive  past trees to fetch Little Person from school. And when we went down to London to watch the NFL game I took this photo in Green Park.

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But trees don’t become storm-weathery and solid overnight. They start out as saplings, and before that as teeny tiny seeds. And every year, leaves drop off and die. And birds poo in their branches, and make messy nests. And then people come along and chop their branches so they won’t look lobsided.

It can be an awkward business, being a tree. And that’s without considering the influence of those “streams of water”.

So here’s the deal. After all the growing I have done to get here, I ain’t going to throw it all away and go off and be a sapling again.

Not even for chocolate.


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