Sunday, January 2, 2011

Oh To Be A Tree


But his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on His law he meditates day and night.

He is like a tree planted by streams of water,

The strength of a tree is such that it can break concrete. Then it lifts the weight.

This is destructive to a sidewalk, but it serves to remind me of the psalmist’s words. I am nourished by the Word, just as the tree is fed by waters in the soil by the side of the river.

God’s strength is matched by the compassion He shows to frail beings such as I am. As John Mark McMillan wrote, “loves like a hurricane, I am a tree. Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy.”

Watered well and with a tap root way, way down into the soil, a tree. Breaking the constraints that this temporal world’s values impose on me. And experiencing His Holy Spirit’s wind and the free gift of mercy.

A tree

the Psalmist’s simile

I want Your wildness to blow through me

Your refuge too, is where I flee

I submit my all to Thee


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