A thunderstorm blew through our area a while back. So, my husband and the older boys got out their power tools to trim up the damage on our property. One of our trees had to be totally cut down. The younger ones and I began to examine the rings of the stump. As we contemplated the years and storms that this mature, stalwart tree must have weathered, I remembered this poem of blessing in Psalm 144:12.
May our sons flourish in their youth like well-nurtured plants.
May our daughters be like graceful pillars, carved to beautify a palace.
I love this! No fairy-tale kinghts or princesses here! The blessing is not that our sons would be mighty warriors or that our daughters would be princesses who are swept away by their knight in shining armour. Not even a thought about kings, queens, or princes!
The prayer of blessing is not so shallow or temporal as these fading dreams. The picture is much bigger.... one of grandeur that lasts throughout the generations... one that withstands the comings and goings of years of life... a solid, hardy tree that endures...a sculpted pillar that adorns and beautifies.
May our gardens of life be planted with hedges to protect the inner sanctuary. May the trees of our gardens provide years of stoic refuge. May the sculptures of our gardens bring lasting loveliness and peace.
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