The Mom, The Babe & The Tree

I was unloading Hannah from the car this evening when I noticed her eyes fixated on something behind me: it was a newly planted baby tree that was blowing in the fall wind. I unbuckled her from her seat and walked over to the tree where she actually started laughing every time a gust of cool wind would hit her in the face, all the while she was grabbing at the swaying thin branches. It actually made me think of a poem I stumbled across today:

Trees
by Alfred Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

I love to watch the delight on my child's face as she enjoys something for the first time. Sometimes I'm just too busy to notice and enjoy the simple things in life. But I find when I do slow down just for a bit, I find the worries of my day fade in comparison to how blessed I truly am.

God is so good to me. His faithfulness humbles me. And His greatness is displayed in even the simplest of things.