Psalms 1:1-3
1 Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked,nor stands in the way of sinners,nor sits in the seat of scoffers; 2 but his delight is in the law of the Lord,and on his law he meditates day and night. 3 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.
I have been thinking about seasons in our lives since the Ecc passage the other day. What is it that makes a season either fruitful or unfruitful, and can we even as humans determine this?
This morning I woke up and as I always do, I started thinking about all that I had to do today. Let me just tell you I could feel my leaves withering!
A friend of mine in Brazil had a dream about me once being a great oak tree, I had actually forgotten about his dream until yesterday another friend completely un-related to the first, made the comment that I was a beautiful fruit tree. Now, I have the hardest time with these kind of compliments….. one reason being that I get up in the morning feeling so thirsty and so hungry for God and His word to give me strength for the day. I look into the mirror of the word and I see Deanna to the best of my ability and she is not beautiful and her fruit may be rotting some times……..
I have a young oak tree in my front yard that never loses all its fall leaves until the spring comes and the new actually pushes off the old. So the whole Winter it doesn’t look dead, it looks like its dying! I would rather it look dead. When it snows, my tree doesn’t look like a beautiful, stately winter ice cone, it looks like someone spray painted it and used cheap paint at that! And to top it off we don’t rake leaves in the Fall, like most people, we rake in the Spring!
Anyway, I say that to say this, I may be a little like this tree. I may not ever completely lose the withered leaves till Jesus pushes them off with the new growth of Spring. I can try to knock them off but it will do no good….. I must wait for Him to decide the season is over and it is time for little buds to appear.
