A Letter to Little Tree

"Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked, nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seats of scoffers; but his delight is in the law of the LORD, and on it he meditates day and night. He is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither." 

-- Psalm 1:1-3 ESV

Little Tree,

You should be sleeping right now. But since you are up, look what I found.

Photo credit: Josiah.

Photo credit: Josiah.

These are your days.

Color-coded in sunsets, meticulously graphed and organized 

by the same hand span that measures the stars.

Look at these.

These are your years.

You are growing, an eager tree that aches for the sky. 

But you are scared of heights, little sprout.

Look at these.

Look at your days. With gladness the Lord crafted them.

Do you know you are part of God's plans?

Did you know when he wove this day, he chose you 

to be tucked closely throughout?

What will you do? What will you say?

Where will you go, Little Tree?

Did you know God is overwhelmed with love when he looks at you?

I hope you find the sun every winter day.
 I hope when people hear your name, your sweetest laugh echoes in their head.

I hope you dip your feet in every puddle and ocean, 

every abandoned creek 

and roaring river that tumbles over your path.

I hope you thank God every time you eat homemade waffles.

I hope you walk strung out, dusty roads 

with bare feet 

and the sun on your shoulders.

I hope you cry when it is dark.

I hope you remember what it was to be a stranger to the light, so that you treasure the firelight before you.

I hope you weep for slaves dancing in the night.

I hope you break stone hearts with stories of a light that only one Man can give.

Photo credit: Josiah.

Photo credit: Josiah.

Photo credit: Josiah.

These are the days the Lord has made.

Will you rejoice, Little Tree?

Photo credit: Josiah.