There is one of those playing in the sticky heat of the summer. The leaves are all starting out on the trees along the pavement in University Square. That is save for 2 trees.
Those 2 trees were not pruned, it struggles to bud new leaves. The other 10 or so were cruelly pruned when in winter and now is reaping the glorious gifts that have been returned to them.
In a way, it is a reminder of the way God works. I need to sit back and allow God to work his ways in me. I need to be grateful that I am sometimes granted, and sometimes not, privy to things that I believe I deserve. That spiritual/emotional/personal growth can only come with the willingness to be hurt and be wrong so as to begin to accept something that is closer to the truth. As someone said to me the other day, 'The toughest steel go through the hottest fire, the strongest soul go through the deepest soul searching'.
And it is also a figment of the true fragile state of nature. That a small event, can generate different reactions in different models. And that sometimes, something ugly can produce the most impressive display of art. And that small events should be appreciated. For that I must say thanks, for being the respectful one. And for not giving me a generic identity. For listening. For just being.
Idiosyncratically, it also reminds one that life is resilent. That it takes alot more than a few severe cuttings to cripple a soul. That despite death being a single solitary terminating event, it is actually pretty hard to get there... And that means I should get off my arse and start on the list of things that I should actually be doing...
Heh... Joy
Those 2 trees were not pruned, it struggles to bud new leaves. The other 10 or so were cruelly pruned when in winter and now is reaping the glorious gifts that have been returned to them.
In a way, it is a reminder of the way God works. I need to sit back and allow God to work his ways in me. I need to be grateful that I am sometimes granted, and sometimes not, privy to things that I believe I deserve. That spiritual/emotional/personal growth can only come with the willingness to be hurt and be wrong so as to begin to accept something that is closer to the truth. As someone said to me the other day, 'The toughest steel go through the hottest fire, the strongest soul go through the deepest soul searching'.
And it is also a figment of the true fragile state of nature. That a small event, can generate different reactions in different models. And that sometimes, something ugly can produce the most impressive display of art. And that small events should be appreciated. For that I must say thanks, for being the respectful one. And for not giving me a generic identity. For listening. For just being.
Idiosyncratically, it also reminds one that life is resilent. That it takes alot more than a few severe cuttings to cripple a soul. That despite death being a single solitary terminating event, it is actually pretty hard to get there... And that means I should get off my arse and start on the list of things that I should actually be doing...
Heh... Joy
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