My favorite tree in Winter Park.

Jesus and I have been talking a lot about trees lately. (Which is great because I absolutely adore them. I am such a tree girl.)

A lot of this conversation about trees has been in the context of the kind of tree he has been making me to be. But this morning, as he has been showing me more and more of the tree that I am, I got to asking him about his part. 

If I am a tree, what is he?

As I exist as a type of tree in this world, where is he in that image?

He showed me that he’s also the tree. He’s the lifeblood of my existence as a tree. His Spirit is the water that sustains and nourishes my tree. It’s not that I am a tree and he is separate from me in that image in some way. 

We are together. One tree. 

In the context of this conversation, I keep going back to this passage in Matthew that says: 

“The kingdom of heaven is like a grain of mustard seed that a man took and sowed in his field. It is the smallest of all seeds, but when it has grown it is larger than all the garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and make nests in its branches.” 

— Matthew 13:31-32

I love this passage! It’s so beautiful.

But specifically, I keep being mindful of the safe space that the tree in this passage provides for all the birds of the air. It is a place all of them come to make nests in its branches. It provides support. Famliarity. Safety. Home. 

Jesus is that kind of tree for you. 

Do you know him to be a haven like that?