Yes, I love trees!

Yes, I love trees!

One of my favorite trees shown some of its greatest beauty in the winter when it had no leaves but at night, in the greatest darkness, a bright light shined upon this tree and it looked pure white against the pitch darkness of the sky and you could see its every branch in perfect detail. It always spoke to me on the way out of the small chapel I visited every week. Oh, how I loved that tree even in the fourth season.

Where was this tree you may be asking? It was perfectly planted in the middle of a prison yard and on the path the women walked upon every day. It the spring it had mini buds that would show new life to them. In the summer it had magnificent shade surrounding its feet. When autumn came the tree covered the ground with its colored leaves, however, in winter its most brilliant beauty shown at night time when the small lights placed below lit up its every branch.

When I think of this tree I realize how it paralleled the lives of those I was visiting. They often seemed to be surrounded by darkness but a far greater light was shining on their lives. This was a light brighter than any of them ever imagined. Each living soul had a beauty that glimmered hope just as each branch of this tree beamed white after hours in the winter time.  Some of the greatest beauty you will ever know shown during this season of  the tree and during this season of those womens lives.

white tree at night

“He is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers.”  Psalm 1:3

 

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