Planting Trees

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December 4, 2012 by malaikakerr

Yesterday evening, Reed shared this song with me. I am blessed beyond words to have a husband who encourages me in this task of motherhood, who places such a high value on what I do. Planting trees that will spread their branches out and become lights in the world for Christ is no small feat, even though it consists of many menial daily tasks.

Reed sent me a message from work, encouraging me again this morning. He emphasized how everything I do with the boys matters, specifically mentioning the food I choose to cook for them, the unique love that I give them as their mother, and the type of instruction and discipline they receive in my care.  By God’s grace, it all matters.

While pregnant and sick, it’s hard for me to feel on top of things. I’m beginning to feel a little better, at least better enough that I want to be back to our typical routine.  I struggle with accepting that I’m enough when all I want to do is lay down on the couch because my head hurts so much. While I know that motherhood is God’s calling on my life, It’s comforting in a practical sense to know that there’s no one my husband would rather have raise and care for his boys, even on the tough days, than me.

(The song begins around 3:53)

Planting Trees

Andrew Peterson

We chose the spot, we dug the hole
We laid the maples in the ground to have and hold
As Autumn falls to Winters sleep
We pray that somehow in the Spring
The roots grow deep

And many years from now
Long after we are gone
These trees will spread their branches out
And bless the dawn

He took a plane to Africa
He gathered up into his arms
An orphan son

So many years from now
Long after we are gone
This tree will spread its branches out
And bless the dawn

So sit down and write that letter
Sign up and join the fight
Sink in to all that matters
Step out into the light
Let go of all that’s passing
Lift up the least of these
Lean into something lasting
Planting trees

She rises up as morning breaks
She moves among these rooms alone
Before we wake
And her heart is so full; it overflows
She waters us with love and the children grow

So many years from now
Long after we are gone
These trees will spread their branches out
And bless the dawn
These trees will spread their branches out
And bless someone

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