I’ve been worried about our little pecan tree in the front yard. It is smaller than the one next to it, and it seems vulnerable in the winter. I can’t help but wonder how much larger it would be if we had not experienced a long drought last year. The larger tree has been budding for weeks, and yet the little one stood naked. There was plenty of sun. There was good soil. Most days I would glance hopeful at it especially after rain came, but I couldn’t will it to bud.
Then one morning I saw the little buds coming out.
I exclaimed aloud, “It’s alive! The little tree lives!” The girls glanced over. “Oh, yeah, Mom, it has little green things,” Lydia said.
I didn’t believe it would come back to life. I confessed this to them. I was worried about it. “It did, Mama,” the little one assured. Isn’t Spring a miracle? Why are miracles hard to believe in? They truly happen all the time.
We are just looking for something different..maybe. Our eyes don’t see what we need.
I wonder how my soul mirrors that tree at times. I wait for Christ within me to come alive. I compare with others. I wait for the tomb to open. Easter lives on. I want to see the buds. I want to grow. But, sometimes you have to wait bare.
Everything you need is already there. Just wait.
Thanks be to God.