I’ll be the first to admit I’m not sentimental. I throw everything away. I don’t need 50 pictures of my kid’s foot prints or the pumpkin they drew in pre-K or the “clay pot” they made in art class. I don’t hold on to Christmas cards, I throw them away, all of them, every year (sorry if you have sent me one, ever.)
We go camping every year on Labor Day. I married into this tradition, my husband’s family has been going every year for 31 years and he hasn’t missed one yet. It was mentioned that the camp site we have been going to for the last 8 years is being sold and this could possible be the last year we spend at this camp site. This news, kinda made me sad, but not too sad because like I said, I’m not sentimental.
But I will miss a certain Cypress tree there. This tree is magnificent. You may or may not believe in God but there is something about this tree that screams miraculous. You can’t be in the vicinity of this tree and not feel its power. You can’t stand next to this tree and not feel small, like there is something bigger out there.
This tree has to be at least 500 years old and I so wish it could talk. I can only imagine the things it has seen and conversations it has heard. This tree is so enormous only a portion fits in the picture. The 4 tiny people at the bottom is my family.
This tree was around when it was just the Native Americans roaming the land. It is majestic and I wonder how many people were married under it’s branches. I wonder how many people found solace in it’s shade. This is kinda cryptic, but I wonder how many people have been buried by it, because honestly, can you think of a better tombstone? It’s on the Frio River, how many floods has it stood up too? How many droughts has it weathered?
What conversations has it heard? “Will you marry me?” “Honey…we need to talk.” How many desperate people have cried out to God wondering if He really exists and if He really sees/cares about/loves them?
This tree has seen me pregnant three times. This tree has seen my 7.5 year old daughter for 1 week every year of her life. How many other kids have grown up with this tree? How many pictures is it in? This is our most recent camping picture, we take one just like it every year. 45 people fit in front of 1 branch. Gosh, I sure wish it could talk.
Large cypress trees will grow where thorn bushes were. Myrtle trees will grow where weeds were. These things will be a reminder of the Lord’s promise, and this promise will never be destroyed. Isaiah 55:13
I believe God is showing His mightiness and His love for us through this tree.
Thanks for allowing me to share my world with you…welcome to my brain.