Walking through the woods in an icy winter snow when breath becomes crystallized and trees bejeweled
Or walking in the spring when a tree births new buds and leaves trails of sweet scents lingering
Or napping beneath a summer umbrella of limbs as breezes, scarves of satin, brush against skin
Or being fanned into flame by fall’s fiery red, orange and gold as leaves crackle beneath feet
I can imagine a tree is content when it reflects Glory. Does its nature lie there within the expression of God’s Nature?
He creates, gives life, a tree responds, He responds to that response.
Do we? What do we do when Divine breath meets ours?
His Nature—this Jesus—I ponder. I imagine He is bejeweled, bringing buds of new life within, wafting sweet scents with the gentlest caress, fanning new life into flame.
And I imagine my nature is found in response to His Nature meeting mine and together, we can create something new only we alone are able.
Spending time with His Nature I experience His expression through nature. I respond, then He responds to my response.
And together we create a most extraordinary dance!
I think it is in our nature to love nature
and to love Christ….Good stuff, Deb!
In nature,
we’re one with the Lord,
because He created us both…
This is ABSOLUTELY LOVELY DEB!!
Yes, my friend. ❤️ And thank you.
Thanks, Sarah.
my pleasure….
Beautiful!
Thank you, Jon. Means a lot.
A beautiful and insightful lesson from among the trees, Deb. We have several grand trees in our backyard, and I’ve often sat on our deck in the quiet of early morning, reveling in their grandeur. It doesn’t matter the season; there is beauty to admire. One of my favorite phenomenon: when a breeze catches the leaves of our black walnut just so, and they swing back and forth like bells. I imagine they are singing for joy, as Psalm 96:12 says!
Nancy, I reread your About page and was so blessed by your words this morning. I’ve been struggling to write about a tree that came down next door and you have captured yours so beautifully. I guess I will persevere as I listen for the Spirit’s Voice rising through the saw dust. 🙂
Thank you,
Deb