Today I went to my parents house for the day. While I was there my daddy loaded some fire wood for us to take home. This wasn't just any ordinary firewood though. Can you feel a story coming on?
My parents still live in the same house where I grew up. My mother lived in the house with her parents before that. My Grandmother planted a cherry tree in the backyard probably around 40-45 years ago. It grew to be an abnormally large tree. In the Fall it had the most colorful leaves, it had beautiful blooms in the Spring, and in the Summer it shaded us from the sun and it held our big tire swing. I have so many memories of climbing that big tree. My children even got to climb that big old tree. Several years ago it started dying. A limb here or there would die and fall off. On Saturday My daddy finally cut it down. I must say I was sad to see it go. But I am very thankful for all the firewood to keep our homes warm during this cold week!
The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God stands forever. Isaiah 40:8
2 comments:
When we lost one of my childhood trees to Hurricane Rita several years ago, I spent the entire winter marveling at how the tree was still providing for me even though it was no longer upright.
As a child, it provided hours of climbing, swinging and hiding pleasure. It was somehow fitting that it was consumed keeping me warm all winter.
Xandra
have you read "The Giving Tree" book? That's what that story reminded me of.
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