The Tree

There is this tree that I love. I have drawn much comfort through meditation and prayer beneath her long, large branches. Inspiration through her vibrant red and yellow leaves, so brilliant in the autumn months. She has been the backdrop for family portraits. And a prop for Homecoming pictures. Yes. I love this tree very much for she is one of the reasons we chose to purchase our home and almost acreage.

And now I have learned that this is most likely her last year, if she indeed makes it that long. You see, my tree has rotted from the inside out, caused by insects that are feasting deep within her bark. I cannot tell you how deeply saddened I am for our beautiful tree.

This must be similar to how my Savior feels when I falter. Falling deep into sin. Poisoning me from the inside out. Nothing good grows from its entanglement. Only decay to be my ruin. Death of my soul.

But there is another tree that I know and love. Its shape, a cross. Blood stained with love from Whom I adore. Relentlessly, He calls my name and cleanses my soul. Grace shines outward. No more sin. No more decay. I stretch my arms up towards Heaven with Gratitude flowing in my veins. Thankful that I'm alive.