August 2, 2021

“Like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season

and whose leaf does not wither.  Psalm 1:1-3 (NIV)

I’ve invested lots of elbow grease, sweat, and time, not to mention some hard-earned money, on plants for our yard in the past year. Now, as I walk around the yard, feel the dry grass crunch beneath my feet, and see my dehydrated-hydrangeas, I’m worried.

Wilting Hydrangeas

With unprecedented wildfires on the West Coast and in Siberia, and historic rainfall in China and Germany, I cannot pretend that everything is just fine. In fact, the smoke in our air from the fires out west have aggravated my asthma. My dry eyes burn most of the day. I can’t begin to imagine what this must be like for those who live nearer to these catastrophes. My body is a burning, wheezing microcosm of this dear, precious earth that is our home.

What is comforting is that the biggest, oldest trees in our yard are weathering this weather. Their roots have grown deep into the earth to find water. Their leaves are not withering. They remind me that slowing down and listening to the wisdom of the earth from which we were formed and drinking from the Living Water can show us the way back, one step at a time.

With love for our only home ~ Anne

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