Fire for HIM

What shape will others see when I am gone?  I keep seeing all the wonderful tree sculptures all about.   Just as the buds blanket the branches of the world around them, these statues of wood that have served their seasons become obvious.  Each one tells a different story.  My eyes are drawn to the shape of their growth or struggle for survival.  The green spreads through the branches around them, life growing and preparing to make seeds and fruit.  Those too old to grow anymore are left barren, their shape pointing upwards to their Maker.  Reaching outward, outward and twisting in all directions...each tree taking a different shape.  Its skin showing, bark no more, the gray tower speaks of the life it lived.    What shape will others see when I am gone?  The twists, turns, and stature  Will I look balanced, or will I show that weather and man has pruned me with no thought of the intended sha...

Remember the principle of the apple dropped.  Gravity.  Sometimes life is like gravity.  Today on the way to school, one of my children was facing something they didn't want to do.  They felt stuck and angry.  Another child said, "Look in the sky! Wow!"  We looked out of the front glass of our van, and there was a jet with his smoke trail moving straight upwards into the sky.  It was framed in front of us, as we headed down our driveway.  As we turned toward the school, we discovered the picture of what looked like a flower blooming already painted with smoke across the horizon.  I only have to travel 1.3 miles to school, but by the time I was turning back to go home.  The same jet had already moved all the way across the sky and returned back to move upwards again in the same spot we had seen him when we left the house.  I was stirred to remember that we can hold the hand of the Father and again and again move upwards to...