OAKS

  

      These special women who sit around my living room, bowing heads like bending oaks, dropping fruit from wisened tongues, steady strong pillars for this weary warrior.  I thought the gap between my "should" and my "did" was going to swallow me into its cavernous gulch.  I got low and crawled ahead too many times only to feel a strong gust of people ,circumstances and my own flesh blow me back.  I settled at the edge of this cliff and complacently watched the crack widen.  And then ugly words and harsh temper revealed my own dark crevice and I found a way to get lower.  I cried for perseverance, grace and help.  He gave me fruitful words through another pilgrim that clarified and reinforced my will to try again.  And then out of the hazy not-long-ago these pillars of oakly grace appeared again.  A message from a friend who wanted me to pray for her made my heart chuckle at the irony of God, because she did not know it was I who needed intercession.  God had used these living trees to lay across the gap I could not traverse.  Why not then, why now?  I do not know, but the cry of our three hearts to Him, has made the gulch narrow and the bridge strong to traverse to the other side.  I marvel at His natural resources and the rhythm of His movement in my life.  And I am glad of this small grove of delicate and mighty trees planted and growing with me toward our Son!

                       Like a tree planted by streams of water.... Ps. 1:3    

March  2017