I've had a little "green thumb" type of crush on this tree for almost a year now.... We met last December at the public pool when the kids started swim lessons. I could spend hours gazing up at this tree and sometimes I do. (They're long lessons.)
It's not really that impressive or unusual of a tree at first glance, but if you're sitting right underneath it (as I am several days a week) you notice how it's limbs reach out, stretching and embracing all who gather around. It's true - many of us have sought refuge under those arms when an unexpected shower lets loose and we are caught sans umbrellas. We feel much safer there.
And when the wind catches it just right, this tree sways a certain way that reminds me of a daddy dancing with his little girl. If I listen really closely I can almost hear giggling in the rustling leaves! Almost....
I think I like trees because they somehow seem wise and trustworthy - most of them have been around a long time, you know. To me they represent strength and accurately placed trust. A sure thing that is not so easily up-rooted by any little wind of change.
I find myself sighing in contentment when I'm enjoying their shade, watching their vibrantly changing leaves, or appreciating the view from their highest limbs.
Maybe, just maybe, this is why I find such similar comfort in this scripture:
"Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord, and whose hope the Lord is. For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat cometh, but her leaf shall be green; and shall not be careful in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yielding fruit."
(Jeremiah 17: 7-8)
Lord, let me be planted firmly in you, and make my leaves GREEN!!!
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