To reflect on one’s life is to start from the core. And I believe my core, my soul, is love – just as I believe it is for all of us.
I believe this love came from something much bigger than I, who I call God.
And as I reflect, I realize sometimes I found it hard to love when hardships were on my doorstep. I continued to learn lesson after lesson, yet often without a conscious thought. I simply took the next step because that’s what we do. We keep moving forward. We grow. We learn. We stumble. And we get back up again and take another step. It’s how we all walk this path, no matter how different it looks for each one of us. One foot in front of the other. Consciously or unconsciously.
I had a vision several months ago of a tree. I know, sounds crazy right? Well it was clear as day. It was symbolic.
Its roots deep into the earth represented love. Just like us at our core …our root.
The tree itself represented God. This huge majestic tree full of life. A large, round, strong trunk. And leaves that filled the mass of its being like a loosely woven blanket – the sun glistening from behind.
And the branches represented the various paths one can choose from in order to seek Him. Wow. To think of how many branches. How many paths. Rooted in love.
This tree. Full of life. Rooted deep into the earth. One that grows tall into the sun. One whose color changes with the crisp fall air, whose leaves may drop in preparation for a cold, dark season only to emerge with fresh buds and new foliage yet again. Seasons. How symbolic. How we go through seasons in our lives…just like a tree.
Yet still there are trees in environments where they stay the same all year round. They don’t have to prepare for a dark, cold season. Yet they may go through their own hardships like hurricanes and strong winds that cause their trunks to bend. Sometimes they can’t withstand the bend, and they too break.
Every tree is unique. Every experience they endure is unique. Every season. Every storm.
Just like us.
We’re all seeking. We’re all growing. We’re all learning. And some of our seasons are harder than others. At times we will stand strong. And other times we too will break.
How parallel a tree is to human life.
How we too are rooted in love.
How the branches represent the many seasons, chapters, and paths we take on our own journey here. Some by choice. Others because of a “season” we had no say about, yet became a lesson.
How our very own tree represents our entire journey. Filled with branches. ..and rooted in love.
How will we tend to our tree? Will we prune the few dead branches in order to nourish the rest that is healthy to allow for new growth? Will we sway with the strong winds only to stand strong once again? Will our leaves fall with the knowing that it is only for a season?
A tree of life. A representation of our journey. And a living symbol of who I call God, whether as the majestic tree or as the entire forest.
May our roots be deepened with love. May our branches extend toward the sun. And may we stand strong through every season, knowing that new growth is soon to blossom.