In the course of time, as the tree grew from a young sapling pressing towards the sun, became twisted, turned, reaching forward seemingly growing further and further apart in different directions, yet upwards.
Some of the branches seemed familiar, yet in other ways most seemed so far from the sapling years gone by.
All the years of growth and rings of maturity faded in the course of this drought. Somehow, the branches had to find their identity again.
Somehow, throughout all of the set-backs and pruning processes, nothing seemed familiar anymore. Being stripped of all that was familiar is gone.
Beloved, come again and walk in the garden in the cool of the day, yearn for the roots, so true Zoe life can begin again.
My love within your soul continually calls out to you. Feel the passion of My desire; sense the yearning of My desire towards you. The yearning and deep ache is only satisfied by ME. You have not been alone. Our love affair is eternal My beloved. Come away with Me…..
Like a swing on the branch of a mighty oak, close your eyes my love. Rest in My Passion. Feel the gentle breeze blowing, and listen for ME. In this place you will hope again. I AM still here. Although none stood with you and all forsook you, I was here and I AM still here.
What stories that mighty oak would tell. Scared throughout time by storms and fires, yet the large oak stood alone bearing branches upward as if the tree was a shrine of centuries. A shrine of remembrance. Standing alone it remains.
Names have come and gone. You thought it would always be, yet My greatest masterpiece is in process beloved….. it is You.
There will be those who come and go, and some may stay awhile but when it is all said any done, it is you and ME. Beloved, you are My highest prize, even as that old oak stands by the rivers of water, the roots going very deep that no storm can up root, no drought or fire can destroy, a tree that is rooted and abiding in the Masters Everlasting presence will never be denied.
Hush now and Peace be still, says the Lord, yes peace be still.
“And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper,” Psalms 1:3 KJV.
In HIS Grace and Mercy,
~ Sherry Edwards Mackey