I love my mother as the trees love water and sunshine - she helps me grow, prosper, and reach great heights. ~Terri Guillemets
This tree is like "trees along a riverbank bearing luscious fruit each season without fail." The roots are ever deepening in the Father's will and love.
Listening closely, I hear the rustling of leaves reminding me to search for beauty, find the special in the everyday, and treasure those I love.
It's a listening tree. I know I'm safe in pouring my heart -- my disappointments, dreams, and even the nonsensical. This tree is interested in the books I'm reading, the new magazine I've discovered, and the decor I've changed.
And I think of my friend, Eleanor, and wish she could spend some time under her mother's tree. I ask God to shelter her with memories from a Godly mother.
For maybe when the tree is cut and the rings counted, the roots remain in the form of memories. And we graft our own trees to shelter a new generation.