I planted the first of my three free trees last Saturday. I cannot express the pure, organic joy of getting my hands dirty in the earth's cool soil. After planting the tree, I was moved by the symbolism in placing it's roots deep within the ground. I stood beside the tree asking God for warm sunshine and plenty of water for the tree to thrive. I thanked Him for the roots of faith that I was firmly grounded in as a child and that have continued to grow through the years. I was overwhelmed by the growth in my family and the grow of my marriage. Yet reminded of the need to continually water both with the Word of God. I do not want to settle for early thriving and drift into later withering.

My new trees are more than a much desired landscape addition. They are to me a symbol of Psalms 1:1-3.

 1 Blessed is the man
       who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked
       or stand in the way of sinners
       or sit in the seat of mockers.

 2 But his delight is in the law of the LORD,
       and on his law he meditates day and night.

 3 He is like a tree planted by streams of water,
       which yields its fruit in season
       and whose leaf does not wither.
       Whatever he does prospers.