Micah 1:3-4
3 Look! The Lord is coming from his dwelling place; he comes down and treads on the heights of the earth. 4 The mountains melt beneath him and the valleys split apart, like wax before the fire, like water rushing down a slope.
James 5:7-8
7 Be patient, therefore, brothers, until the coming of the Lord. See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, being patient about it, until it receives the early and the late rains. 8 You also, be patient. Establish your hearts, for the coming of the Lord is at hand.
Walking through the woods at dawn I can’t help wonder if we’re not like the dead fall on the forest floor. Branches from trees that have grown past them lying dried and broken. New, stronger trees grow, waiting for the fast growing trees to live their lives until it’s their turn.
Who will live life like the birch or pine, not the patient oak? Who’s the invasive weed or bush that chokes out what should be there?
Yet the oak needs the pine and birch to grow.
Let’s make our time here one that prepares the way for as many as we can, providing shelter and life giving habitat for what comes next.
Trees grow where their seed drops. We have a choice where and how we grow.
There will come a time when the Lord comes finish his forest.
Just broken 