like a lone tree
Some days, Lord, I feel like a lone tree standing on a deserted plain. I fight with the prairie grass for the drops of moisture to keep me alive. I bend beneath the constant gale-force winds that try to unroot me. The occasional passerby barely notices my unmajestic form. I am alone.
I wish for different circumstances. Why didn’t you plant me in good rich earth along a flowing creek.? There, my roots would find constant life. Why didn’t you place me on a mountain side protected from the winds? I could have grown tall and beautiful. Why didn’t you establish me in a busy park where families would enjoy my shade? I could have had purpose.
Lord, I know that when I stop longing for somewhere else I can see where I am; I can embrace where you’ve sown my seed. I see the golden prairie grass dance in the breeze. I see the most majestic sunrises and sunsets the world has known. My roots go deep and I am unmoved in even the most powerful storm. I watch the jack rabbits dart, the hawks float, and the buffalo roam. I am not alone. I am in the presence of God. Amen.
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