Two gigantic oak trees tower in our backyard. Louise and I, along with Melody, Starlett
and Laura...grew up with them.
In the early years, they shaded a sandbox, then
as the oaks and the children grew, they made cover for a swing set that all three enjoyed through the years. And as those
years rolled by, they got big enough that one daughter, Laura, who was maybe a little more daring than her sisters, would
climb as high as the trees' strength would let her, singing at the top of her lungs.
they and the girls grew, the oaks towered over the swing set that I made for them, and the see-saw and other toys I made
that they seemed to enjoy as much as the fancier ones from the stores.
three are long married, and even giving us great grandchildren, and each time I walk under them, I see my adult life spread
out before me, because I planted them as little saplings when we began living on this shady street. In a way, they represent
my life as it has unfolded...as I've grown in my Christianity and my service to the Lord.
Look around...you have something that marks steps in your life, like the penciled lines on the kitchen door
jamb, where you measured your childrens' growth.
Thank God for life and its
memories, and praise Him for sparing you...either to continue the good you've been doing, or for giving you this time
to ask God to give you a new page...and put a title at the top, "As for me and my house, from this day on, we will serve