I heard a mini-sermon recently that has gotten me thinking about living between the trees. What trees am I referring to? You see, in the garden of Eden there was a tree. In the book of revelation there is a tree. We find ourselves sitting in the middle of these trees; waiting, hoping, dreaming, and living. We soak up knowledge and good and evil and all things in between (some we see and some remain unknown in the depths of our beings). Each day we make choices among the trees. We choose to live one way or another, doing one thing or another.
Slowly (and I mean slowly) I am learning what it means to find God in the everyday, in the somewhat mundane tasks of life. I aspire to take more time to sit; to listen; to experience God in everything and everyone around me. I heard a quote from the Talmud saying that every single blade of grass has its own angel clinging to it, whispering, "Grow, grow." Whether or not that is true, it is something to think about. God cares about each blade of grass, each gigantic Redwood tree, each cup of coffee, each person... the list goes on and on. My thoughts are somewhat scattered, but hopefully you catch what I am trying to say.
If you will, walk with me as I journey. Walk with me between the trees.
