Psalm 1:3He is like a tree planted by streams of water,
which yields its fruit in season
and whose leaf does not wither.
Our pastor preached on Psalm 1 at the beginning of January and this verse has stuck with me the last few weeks. It creates a mental image for me of the woman I want to be. A woman of quiet, peaceful and enduring strength whose source of life is in Him.
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Most days between our schedule, the kids, keeping the house from looking like a bomb just went off, and not seeing the sun for days on end with this winter weather, I often feel like I am running around in circles. Crazy would be a good word to describe how I feel on some days. I am not like that tree whose leaves never wither. I feel kind of like my house plants look - dried up, half dead and in need of a good drink.
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I've been meditating on this verse. Considering the source of the stream. Thinking about those roots that go deep, the strength of the branches and the yield of the fruit.
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I love this picture of Mirielle. I am that tree. I imagine my kids swinging from my branches - like on the days when I try walking through the kitchen with Kellan hanging on to my leg, or Mirielle pulling on my arm as we walk through the grocery store. Or on the days when Kellan falls and needs a hug or I spin Mirielle around while we are dancing. On those days they are literally swinging from my branches. I so long to be big strong branches, realizing in a new way that it only happens by being planted by the stream.
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So I am praying that I would be that tree, dependent upon that stream of water, yielding fruit, whose leaf does not wither.
