“We grow neither better nor worse as we get
old, but more like ourselves.”
Amish Proverb
This Proverb
struck like lightening in my soul as I read it.
It puts the icing on the cake of all I have been learning as I have been
celebrating Lent this year. I have
looked at all the work of trying to get better; all the shame of getting worse;
it’s all waste to be added to the composition of who I am.
The tree I look at
every morning has been teaching me that for years. A tree simply is a tree. That is all that is expected of it. The tree seed falls into the ground, and
grows into itself. All the events and
circumstances that daily surrounds and affects that tree are inconsequential.
They may leave their mark on it, but it still remains the tree it was meant to
be.
The tree doesn’t
strive to be anything other that what it is.
It simply grows into its full treeness.
It faithfully does what it was created to do and by simply being itself
provides nutrition and beauty for the earth and nutrition and beauty for
me. My soul is well fed as I watch its
cycles of growth year after year as it grows into its fullness and maturity. There is a splendor and majesty to a full and
mature tree, as it stands against the backdrop of the sky. It speaks to the splendor, majesty, and power
of the God that created it and continually gives it life, as it becomes more
like itself.
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