The tree said, "I wish I could be
A different kind of tree,"
On my bus ride home this evening, I had Tree Hugger stuck in my head on repeat. Since you don't have the pleasure of hearing my musically talented friends play it, click here to hear the song.
Cute little song, but also rather sad. Nothing in the song is satisfied with what it is... everything wants to be something else. Isn't that true about each of us too? Instead of being content with growing into who God created us to be, we are always trying to be something different, perhaps something better.
I don't know about you, but I often wish that I could be a different kind of tree. I feel like I am always trying to define and redefine myself. "Can I quit? Can I do this instead?" Sometimes I ask these questions and test angles in vain because I already know that there is an incredible plan for my life. In other words, I need an attitude adjustment
During this advent season, I am reminded of people in the Bible who embraced who they were becoming and the roles they were designed to fulfill. Imagine that?
Though my tone is laced with sarcasm, I do seriously need the reminder. During the next few days, I am going to take the time to examine the callings and the responses of these remarkable individuals who left the suckage out of their attitudes and allowed God to crazily use their lives.
For now, I think I need to remind myself that my roots are planted and there is much growth ahead.
"And don't be wishing
you were someplace else or with someone else. Where you are right now
is God's place for you. Live and obey and love and believe right there." - 1 Cor 7:17 (the message)
What is this place?
I'm just a small town girl, living in a big city or so they tell me. Welcome to my world - where no place feels like home, and everyone feels like family. My aspirations are simple: serve God, love people, and laugh whenever possible.
I often live my life through lyrics.
This blog is four years in the making, inspired by one of my favorite songs Born Too Late by The Clarks.
The song is about striving for something more, learning from the best, moving on from the past, facing the present with an open mind, and reaching for the sky. It's about being born each day and being destroyed each night... only to begin anew tomorrow.
So here it is: my life in type...
One day at a time...
I often live my life through lyrics.
This blog is four years in the making, inspired by one of my favorite songs Born Too Late by The Clarks.
The song is about striving for something more, learning from the best, moving on from the past, facing the present with an open mind, and reaching for the sky. It's about being born each day and being destroyed each night... only to begin anew tomorrow.
So here it is: my life in type...
One day at a time...
Who are you?
What do you do?
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