I want to tell you about Ray’s Trees.
Ray is my father’s neighbor.
He’s an older man and a meticulous gardner. Even before the snow has melted, I’ve caught Ray meddling with his trees. He snips this, and spruces that. He nips and tucks and stares and struts.
A year or so ago, we noticed that Ray’s trees were turning brown.
I was ecstatic.
Finally, there was a cinch in Ray’s tree armor. This would be a first, and I was about to witness the fall of a giant.
I laughed my way through breakfast in the morning staring at Ray’s trees.
I snickered my way to bed in the evening thinking about Ray’s trees.
My father – not one to stand by and say nothing – poured a teaspoon of salt into Ray’s wound the minute he could. “Hey Ray”, he said, “how about them trees?”
Ray quietly looked up and smiled. “They’re nice, aren’t they?”
“They’re dead”, I chimed in.
“No they’re not”, said Ray. “Just wait”.
We waited. And waited. And waited.
The trees sure looked dead to us.
But we kept waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
Brown never looked browner.
Still Ray held on to his belief that the trees would be fine.
So he snipped, and he cut, and he stared, and he whispered.
I made it home last week for the first time in months.
I walked by the kitchen window and did a double take. Could it be true? Was I seeing things?
In place of the brown was green.
My dad stood by me as we both looked out the window and stared.
Ray had been right. Hope was alive.
All it took was the tender loving care of the one who still believed that life was in the trees.
If you feel like it’s dry and you’re about to die, take heart. Your tender loving Father is tending the trees. And given enough time, you’ll see. Life is in the trees.
No matter what others say.
Even when they laugh, and snicker, and point.
Hope is alive as long as the gardner is near.
Just you wait.
John 15:5 “I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing.”
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