Trees raise my curiosity. I once imagined interviewing one:
Me: Good Morning, Tree. I know it's a bit too early and misty but may I ask a few questions?
Tree: Sure! I have never been interviewed ... this seems exciting. Go ahead, I'm listening.
Me: You look so healthy and sturdy. Have you always been this way?
Tree: I was planted some years back. The seasons have been unflagging. I am fortunate to be near the springs. It is dead winter and most challenging. I look forward to better days. But it's all good. I just have to sink my roots deeper.
Me: Do you ever worry about your fruits and leaves?
Tree: Come to think of it ... I never do! The fruits just pop out, and the leaves too. I just sort of position my limbs towards the sky and everything seems to run on schedule. I had such a heavy yield last Summer, the kids went crazy climbing.
Me: If you never think of how your fruits and leaves bloom, what really preoccupies you?
Tree: Only one thing: I just thrust my roots all day towards food. The deeper I go, the more scrumptious the feed. That's why look at my size ... big, huh?
Me: Thank you, Tree. This was so informative.
Tree: I wish you had come after Winter. I would have appeared more luscious. But then don't be fooled by what you see. I feel so verdant inside. The fruits are all in. The leaves are on stand-by. I feel good and ready to take off!
How well God must like you - you don't hang out at Sin Saloon, you don't slink along Dead-End Road, you don't go to Smart-Mouth College. Instead you thrill to God's Word, you chew on Scripture day and night. You're a tree replanted in Eden, bearing fresh fruit every month, Never dropping a leaf, always in bloom. (Psalm 1:1-3 MSG)
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