Wind blows and seed is dispersed, falling where it will. Years pass, as water moistens, soil nurtures, and growth culminates in a mighty presence standing on forest’s floor. A seedling transformed into One- So-Mighty…shall we settle for less? Is our growth so visible, so splendid? Can we feel the strength of height of stature and know our roots have grown deep? Can we now see beyond what surrounds us, looking futher? May it be our intent and privilege to imitate this magnificent growth, made visible that we might see it’s Beauty, and long for it to be our own.
Ps 1:3 And he shall be like a tree firmly planted [and tended] by the streams of water, ready to bring forth its fruit in its season; its leaf also shall not fade or wither; and everything he does shall prosper [and come to maturity].
