I’ve walked past this tree for days and days and hadn’t yet seen it. I was too busy, looking downward, or looking too far ahead on the path. But on this particular day, I slowed down to notice it. One can marvel at something so gnarled and dark underneath and so light and joyful on top. Someone remarked that it’s a metaphor for our own lives once we let Christ in. He covers us with His beauty and glory and makes it so that dark, tangled mess of a former life now adds to the wonder He’s made of us.
