Our family made a little trip south to visit my family in Mobile before school starts. Trevor had to go back early for NEW TEACHER orientation! He will be an English teacher at Terry High School this fall and we are praising God for His provision.
Yesterday I was outside where my dad planted trees to line either side of the driveway. When Kales was born, he planted two Japanese Maple shoots at the end of the row of trees. He named one “Karis” and the other he named “Kales.” Daddy reminded me of the story of his Karis and Kales trees and I am always so overcome by it that I wanted to share it with you.
When dad planted the trees they were exactly the same size. Just two little bitty shoots. The tree that he named, “Kales” (Pictured on the right) began to thrive immediately. It grew beautifully, just as a young Japanese Maple should. The Karis tree did not grow as it should. It started to, but then it began to wither. The center stem that should have supported the tree started to blacken. I prayed for the tree (Y’all…His eye is on the sparrow. He can fix a tree, right?)
Daddy did everything he knew to do to make the Karis tree grow, but it continued to die. He even had the soil around the tree tested, but results indicated that the environment for the tree was excellent. Nothing wrong with the soil.
Next, dad called a tree expert in. He examined the withering little Karis tree and explained to dad that there is a disease inside the main part of the stem. Think of it as, I don’t know…tree myelin. ”It’s okay though,” the Tree Man said. “All you need to do is prune back the tree until the diseased part is gone. You’ll have to do it in several stages. It’ll likely take a while.”
It has been almost three years and my dad has lovingly and painstakingly pruned back the little Karis tree in hopes that the Tree Man was right. He was. Shoots are starting to form from the main stem and the tree that once had a rotted, diseased core is now thriving. It is growing out, but taking it’s time growing up.
We’ll wait for you…
little Karis tree.
And we’ll still pray.
Because His eye is on the sparrow.
“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. But even the hairs on your head are all numbered. Fear not, therefore, you are of more value than many sparrows.”