Rooted and Joined
I’m a big fan of trees. In fact, I’m fairly certain that heaven will be full of them: glorious edifices of nature waving their arms in welcome and in worship as we take shady shelter beneath them between worshipping the One who invited us to join Him there. Doubtless we will recognise oaks, beech and horse chestnuts (I remember having to identify these for my nature badge in Jucos a millennia or so ago), but I imagine there will be a diversity of exotic species we’ve never seen before. Not only that, but trees provide a refuge for me when writing grinds to a halt. When inspiration fails (all too frequently) a wander in the woods usually provides a fruitful and creative thinking space. I find that trees give me a healthier perspective on life too. When my nose is up against a deadline or my brain chuntering repeatedly on some imminent challenge that requires untangling skills that are way beyond me, the trees remind me that they have stood for many years before my arrival on