THE TREE

I know this image isn't great, but it is what it is.

As I was outside, last night, in my happy place looking over the hollow I saw a tree.  Naked (like most of the others), and bare.  And wonky.  Branches missing.  Lopsided.  Two leader branches like it couldn't make up it's mind.  It wasn't in the yard where it could be cared for but it was outside the fenceline.

There it was giving praise to its Creator by living and growing the best it knows how.  In all its wonkiness and lop-sidedness.  Does the Creator love it less? Because it isn't as beautiful as those in the yard that have been given careful love and pruning? No.  He sees it growing as best it can AND praising its Creator in the very act of growing.  

And He loves it.