12/26/2018
THE STORY OF THREE LITTLE TREES
Once there were three little trees, all with big dreams. The first tree dreamed of being carved into a beautiful and ornate treasure box that would hold the greatest treasure the world had never seen. The second tree dreamed of being fashioned into a great ship that would sail the seven seas. The third tree didn't want to leave it's home on the mountain top. "I want to grow so tall when people stop to look at me ," he said , " they'll raise their eyes to heaven and think of God. "
One day when the young saplings had grown into tall, strong trees, three wood cutters climbed the mountain. As they cut down the first tree, it could barely contain it's incitement- it just knew it would soon fulfill its destiny. But instead of an elaborate treasure chest, workers made the tree into into a plain , ordinary feed box for animals. The tree felt bitterly disappointed.
The second tree got made into a ship , all right - but not the kind to crest the waves of mighty oceans. It became just a simple fishing vessel, floating in a lake- not the kind of stuff dreams are made of.
The third tree , to its horror and dismay, got chopped down, cut into wooden beams , and then left to gather dust in a lumber yard. " All I ever wanted was to stay on the mountain top and point to God. " it moaned.
Time passed and the trees forgot their dreams, until one night when when a young woman placed her baby in the animal feed box- and the first tree knew that indeed it carried the greatest treasure on earth .
Another night, a tired man and his friends crowded onto the little fishing boat. They got halfway across the lake when a terrible storm blew in, threatening to tear the the boat t pieces. The tired man stood up and said , " peace be still, " The second tree knew then that it was carrying the King of heaven and earth.
One Friday morning the third tree felt itself yanked from the wood pile and dragged through city streets, where crowds shouted insults. The tree felt cruel and ugly when it realized it had become an instrument of torture. Soldiers nailed a man's hands and feet to its beams . But on Sunday morning, when the sun rose and the earth trembled with joy, the tree stood tall, knowing that from now on, it would forever point people to God .
I love that simple story because it reminds me that God has good plans for that we simply can't envision. Our experience of life, and what we hope to experience from life, sometimes live so far apart from each other that the yawning distance prompts us to doubt God's love and grace.
Somehow we really believe that love means giving us what we imagine we want, and grace means never getting what we don't want. As a result ,we conclude that if we don't get what we want but do get what we never wanted, then God must not really love us, and His grace must not really cover us.
Do you and I then misunderstand or perhaps misjudge what God is all about in our lives?
Of course we do.
( this was taken from the book " God Loves Broken People " by : Sheila Walsh)
And I love this little story with such a powerful perspective !