This is my giving tree. I know, she does’t look like much. She’s old, wrinkled and once a year she scatters gum balls across the ground.
She’s a survivor of multiple wars, neglect and injury; yet she never complains.
When summer comes here at the barn, she generously provides shade to all the patrons who come to enjoy their horses. No one sees her. She is never thanked. Even so, she continues to give year after year.
Occasionally I pick up pieces of her knotted branches shed in high winds prevalent along the Maryland coast.
As I scoop up an interesting piece of wood here and there, all I see are her dropped gum balls, reminders of work I must do when I sweep them up to keep our horses’ feet safe.
I rarely notice the shelter her wide branches provide.
Recently I found two pieces of wood I’d gathered months ago from her fallen branches. For the first time, I paid attention to them. What I found was love.
So often I am too busy to notice something as small as a heart. Lately my life has been busy, full of projects I committed to when I designated 2016 as my year of Living Limitless. Though I’ve accomplished much, in the midst of it all, I’ve forgotten to live with intention.
Today, my Giving Tree tells me why she is here. She is a living reminder of unconditional love. I am grateful I slowed long enough to see with my heart as well as my eyes. Today I thank God for using nature to gently show His love for me.
Wishing you a Blessed day ~ R.