I’m not an artist, but this is what came out of some time with God a couple days ago.
I was reflecting on the part of Lysa Terkeurst’s book that I shared the other day.
“Little Fox, look up and see! It’s hard to believe what’s become of me. From the messy, dark place I grew and grew. From a seed to a tree – only the Farmer knew.”
And I was thinking about what it means to be a seed that is growing into a tree. That you need both sun and rain. You need fertiliser. That you need the Farmer, and there are probably also other people who help water you and prune you too.
That your roots are hidden away in a messy, dark place, but how important they are for giving you a firm foundation to grow strong from. And roots continue to grow and form, there is never a time where that is finished.
That you lose leaves, and a limb might fall off.
That once you are big enough, but before you’ve finished growing, there might be some birds that sit on your branches, or flowers that sprout in your shade.
And I was thinking about how this is all a metaphor for our growth. That it happens through good and bad times. That you need others to help, guide and care for you. The importance of firm foundations that are often hidden from sight and can come out of struggles. That suffering is a part of our world. That we have a role to help, guide and care for others. That our presence can contribute to the growth of others or other things.
And God knows all this. He knows what we need and who we will grow to be. That thought blows my mind, and brings a sense of peace.
“From a seed to a tree – only the Farmer knew.”