I felt the tension rising through my body, mind and soul. Not bad news, but not desired news. I felt the questions, the fear … truly unknowns are dire for one whose imagination can reach to far darker corners than bad news itself.
Then, as though I was created to do so, I lifted my eyes …
The trees in the distance, one to two hundred feet tall, swaying only slightly in the wind.
Then the voice, that still, small voice, never audible, except to my heart
never present, except when I least expect it
except when I most need it …
look at those trees,
the wind has little power.
They stand
despite the years of flood,
the years of drought.
I’ve got this …
It is so easy to forget just how much God loves us, just how much he cares about the big and small details of our lives.
For me (and probably most of us), the problem is that I forget to listen. It is so easy to forget that he speaks to us … through his Word, through his people, through his creation. It is just so easy to forget … him.
I need to remember him, I need to rely and trust on him … he who made me … you know, like a tree.
“But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord,
whose confidence is in him.
They will be like a tree planted by the water
that sends out its roots by the stream.
It does not fear when heat comes;
its leaves are always green.
It has no worries in a year of drought
and never fails to bear fruit.”
Jeremiah 17:7-8
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