Trying to be a Tree

I spied the little fella yesterday as I was cleaning out a flower bed, noted his beauty, and since then at length have considered  his lesson. This morning as I set out for another day of yard clean-up, I carried my camera down the stairs with me for I was remembering from yesterday this little creation.

He is trying to be a tree.

He was ordained to be a tree, and somehow in his “guts” he knows he is destined to be such a living thing. It is in his genes, his DNA. Even so, it has not been easy for him. He has fought obstacles including the beating about of fierce winds that come off Lake Gregory and that tear around the corner of our house. Through the winter months cold, edgy snow piled high over him, drenching rain poured off our roof at the spot where he lies, and even sometimes after walking Winston if the garage door is closed I toss a little doggie business bag in that area, that stays there until later when I will retrieve it and plunk it into a trash can. Even that, as you can see, did not deter him. He pushed and shoved. He grew, he grunted, he persevered until finally he was strong enough to crack open his restrictive acorn walls, to flaunt his bright green oak leaves. For you understand, don’t you, that God designed him to be a tree.

DSC_7141 I actually did not know he was there until yesterday, and even then I paid him scant attention. It was only when my rake hung up on him, and I found him to be well rooted into the ground that I considered him. It matters not to him that neither Jerry or me, or anyone else for that matter, had taken note of him, that no one encouraged him with pep talks, or strokes, or positive words. Alone, he continued on his way toward being a tree. He’s a winner, this little seedling of mine. He’s rare. Rare, you say? An acorn? There must be millions in existence, or billions. Yes, there are, but I tell you that out of the mounds of acorns I bagged today, only this one will be a tree. The others have lost their way. Their dreams have died. Their visions of soaring into the sky, of birds nesting among their leaves, of little boys climbing and building club houses in their branches have vanished. Tonight they nestle against the other losers in black trash bags that set near the fence on the east side of our drive way.

And what of you? Of me? What of the gifts God and genetics have placed inside us? What of the urging to break through the binding walls that threaten our going to our graves with our potential unfulfilled, our talents silenced, the world deprived of our gifts. Let not the wind, nor the cold, nor loneliness, nor pressure, nor agedness, nor youth, nor past mistakes, nor anything else now or in the future defeat us.

. . .for even a few rare acorns become trees.

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My little fella is growing in a place that is undesirable. That I now consider him special, I will transplant him into a container. Because we have many oak trees and no room for another, I’m offering him as a gift to you who live close by. Any takers?

6 thoughts on “Trying to be a Tree

  1. Anonymous

    I do wish that I lived close enough to claim that future oak tree! What a wonderful post Sis.Buxton. God Bless you and Bro. Buxton! Encouraging and uplifting! Heaven sent!

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  2. Hi Sister Buxton. Your excellent post reminds me of something I wrote a couple of weeks ago. It’s kind of a retake on Joyce Kilmer’s famous poem, Trees. I hope you don’t mind if I share it here. We are nothing without God, but if we are willing and submitted to Him, He can make us like that tree that is mentioned in Psalm 1.

    Make Me A Tree
    I think that I would like to be
    a Christian that is like a tree,

    whose branches towards the Son are slanted,
    in soil of God’s Word, so firmly planted.

    A tree that lifts her arms to pray
    when things are rosy or it’s been a bad day.

    A tree that can provide some refreshing shade
    for those who in burning trials, may feel waylaid.

    A tree that in each and every season
    knows for its existence there’s purpose and reason.

    Poems are made by fools like me
    but only God can make a Christian a tree.

    5/9/17

    Inspired by one of my favorite poems, Trees by Joyce Kilmer

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  3. anthony seeburger

    You definitely encouraged me this morning.
    Its often been said that there is a coralation between humans and trees because of the way that they are referenced in the word of God.
    What a blessing it is to have the insight you have and to be able to share it in such a way that it would inspire others.

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  4. Katrina

    If I were closer, I sure would take that little gem from you and nurture it for its own sake and because I got it from you and would always remember the lesson it taught and how you so eloquently brought the lesson to life!!

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