Oh little tree. I took your picture two years ago. I saw your strength and beauty. I was so drawn to you. I wanted to be just like you.
I could not take your picture.
You still stood. You still stood.
Looking worse then you did two years ago.
Looking worse. Oh my heart wept. I wanted to see you big and tall. I wanted to see the victory! I wanted to stand in your shade.
You had one branch with green leaves. One branch. You couldn’t provide any shade to anyone. Not even a bird.
I wish I had taken your picture. I just couldn’t. It didn’t give me much hope.
Instead I wept.
It was indeed a much hotter year. I should be surprised you were still even trying to bloom.
The water was much more scarce this year. I should be surprised you had any green at all.
Oh trust me little tree I know. Digging your roots deeper for more water source can be hard. Sometimes just taking enough water to survive is all we can do.
We know where to get the water but something holds us back. Shame? Exhaustion? Anger? Fear?
Oh little tree-I get it. But guess what? I still stand, too.
After two years of being whipped around. Looking a little beat up. After being burned multiple times. I am still blooming even if it is just a little bit.
I choosing to stand alone.
In victory. Fighting for life.
I don’t see any new growth in my life either. Life this year looks more like death was trying to take over. Sometimes death takes place for new growth though little tree. Hold on little tree.
Death will not win. Will it little tree?
Just like you, I stand. I stand with one small branch of green. One branch of green. Still alive. Fighting.
My heart is still green. My heart is the one branch connected to the true water source. My heart is green because of hope and truth!
We may look worse. We may not be taller. Or have new branches or new leaves. We may not be able to provide more shade for others to enjoy. It is just not that season. It is not our time. Yet… But some day it will be .
Oh little tree. You are stronger and more beautiful because you still stand. Even when it seemed all was loss you didn’t give up.
You make me realize my own strength.
I am not giving up. Not giving in. Still deciding to do the impossible. Just like you I am having a year. A year of standing and digging the roots deeper into the ground. Deeper into the one true source of life!
Stronger in the midst of a hard season.
I am stronger and more beautiful, too.
Oh little tree I will take your picture next year.