If you were a tree, what kind would you be?
Jeremiah, as usual for him, has a different, if not deeper take on the same subject in Chapter 17:7-8.
“Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose trust is the Lord. He is like a tree planted by water, that sends out its roots by the stream, and does not fear when heat comes, for its leaves remain green, and is not anxious in the year of drought, for it does not cease to bear fruit.”
From a pioneer homestead perspective, especially out here on the Great Plains, the visual is very relatable.
We have few trees out here. Most are either in tree rows (usually barely surviving) or along the rivers and creeks. You know where water is out here by where the trees are.
Through many years of drought and wildfires, the trees out here don’t look healthy. The ones by the rivers and streams aren’t evergreen or fruit bearing. They are tenacious, stubborn and keep coming back. Every tree that blows down or gets burnt is replaced by more seedlings or sprouts coming up from the roots.
We have a pair of bald eagles nesting in some trees on the Beaver River, not far from us. They picked the highest point to precariously build their nest. Each year they add more to the nest, making it heavier. One nest has already broken down. It amazes me it can even hold in the Oklahoma wind. If I were a baby eagle, I’d have motion sickness.
How are you doing? Are you sending your roots toward the stream of life-giving water? Are you remaining sustained even amidst the heat and drought? Are you sharing your fruit, your knowledge, skills and talents with those around you?