We had a 20-foot pine tree cut down
yesterday. It used to be beautiful. But last year it died, and every time I looked
at it I saw a fire hazard—dry and brittle, next to a wood fence, leading
straight to the house.
Until yesterday...when the lower branches were being cut off. It caught me by surprise and I almost cried.
In those moments I remembered its fullness and beauty.
I remembered my daughter as a young child running around it giggling with delight.
I remembered how it sparked in the sunlight after a heavy snow.
I remembered the needles sticky with sap and the pine cones that had to be picked up.
I remembered the night we saw bats flying around the very top branches...and got a little freaked out.
And I remembered our cat, who has been gone for a few years now. She loved that tree. If she could sneak out the back door, that's where she would go—deep under the tree where we couldn't reach her.
And when we finally got her back in the house, she would get sick—every. single. time.
Until yesterday...when the lower branches were being cut off. It caught me by surprise and I almost cried.
In those moments I remembered its fullness and beauty.
I remembered my daughter as a young child running around it giggling with delight.
I remembered how it sparked in the sunlight after a heavy snow.
I remembered the needles sticky with sap and the pine cones that had to be picked up.
I remembered the night we saw bats flying around the very top branches...and got a little freaked out.
And I remembered our cat, who has been gone for a few years now. She loved that tree. If she could sneak out the back door, that's where she would go—deep under the tree where we couldn't reach her.
And when we finally got her back in the house, she would get sick—every. single. time.
Good memories...and some not so good, but all pieces that make up life.
Isn't that the way it is with everything? The good, the bad, and the unexciting moments that make up every day. Moments we don't think much about until they're gone.
For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1 NLT
One day passes so another can begin. But the memories...they become a part of us.
And sometimes those simple moments last a lifetime.
In Christ,
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