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Plant Me By the Streams

Spending the night in Nebraska City, home Arbor Day was a treat!  I've always wanted to go  and I had little time to sight see but I made the most of it.  

Pulling the blinds in the morning not the least of which.  Even in the drizzle was spectacular!  I took the time to pull up the comforter and watch out the window for a time.

Why are trees so spectacular and magnetic?  They don't "do" anything.  They don't run around trying to make things happen.  I just can't imagine the giant oak wishing to be a pine or a spruce can you?  

Thinking about a tree with anxiety or depression is just silly. Or a tree pleaser? They are what they are.  They stay.  They grow.  They do their job right where they are.  Putting their roots down deep soaking up the water and minerals available.

Maybe that is why God tells us in the Psalms to be like trees planted by trees of water.  To plant ourselves beside the living water that will never run dry or flood or deprive us.  

Delighting in God and in His Word as a tree delights in water and sunshine.  Never striving.  Holding on.  Staying.  Delighting.  Growing.  Bearing fruit.  Being. Planted by the streams.

1 Blessed is the one
   who does not walk in step with the wicked
or stand in the way that sinners take
   or sit in the company of mockers,
2 but whose delight is in the law of the LORD,
   and who meditates on his law day and night.
3 That person is like a tree planted by streams of water,
   which yields its fruit in season
and whose leaf does not wither—
   whatever they do prospers.

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