I've been fascinated with trees since I was a young girl, playing chase under a beautiful Mimosa. The fuzzy blooms dazzled me, along with their sweet, delicious aroma. I never considered how messy the tree was, but I'm sure Daddy did—every time he mowed.
And if you're looking for me around lunchtime, you'll probably find me here, parked under these sprawling branches. I don't just eat here though; I often sing, and pray, and count my many blessings.
I hope the tree stands forever. It reminds me of my Father's love, hovering over me, keeping me sheltered, keeping me safe. ♦