I am staring at a tree Actually an enormous stump the size of a house
It is blocking my path I can’t go around it I can’t go over it
I am angry Frustrated Stressed Anxious
Why did it have to be there? Who put it there? Is someone deliberately being difficult?
Belatedly I look for Jesus.
He is sitting way up there on top of the stump In plain sight
He’s been watching me Waiting for me to look up To make eye contact
When I do Abashed He grins
He planted the tree there He chopped it down He wanted me to stop And see
He whistles
Like an obedient puppy The stump climbs out of its hole
I see a tunnel An expressway That will get me where I am going Much faster Much safer Much more comfortably
Than I ever imagined
Reflection
I feel…
Stupid
Blessed
Amazed
Humbled
Excited
Scripture
“Out of the stump of David’s family will grow a shoot— yes, a new Branch bearing fruit from the old root. And the Spirit of the Lord will rest on him— the Spirit of wisdom and understanding, the Spirit of counsel and might, the Spirit of knowledge and the fear of the Lord.”
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