At least once a week, Dalyn and I like to put on our boots, find a couple of good walking sticks, and go hiking back in the woods behind the house. This is our quality time – where we get to talk about stuff and where he likes to show me some of the coolest things, like rocks, and bugs, and more sticks better than the previous stick he just found. These are moments that I will cherish forever.
On our last hiking trip, while we were doing our usual “exploring,” I happened to notice something I had never really paid much attention to before. As I was standing at the base of a large tree, I looked up and noticed the swaying motion of the treetops overhead and heard the rustling chatter of the limbs and the leaves. It was nothing particularly extraordinary, but for a moment, it looked and sounded like the trees were worshipping God. And when I began to think about that, I was amazed and inspired.
Later on, as I was reading my Bible, I came across a passage in Psalms 96 that talks about how “the trees of the wood rejoice before the Lord.” So I guess they were worshipping!! What I love about trees so much is that they tell such powerful stories. Some are old, some young, some blown sideways, some unique, some short, some very large. No matter what their story, no matter what the adversity they endured in their lifetime, somehow that tree finds a way to face upward toward the heavens and give glory to the God that created it.