Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Old Maple Tree
The red leaves of our old maple tree just popped out this week--late this year because of all the cold, rainy weather. Each afternoon as the sun sets, the sunlight strobes through the fluttering leaves and makes patterns on the walls and floor of our living room. I remember when we brought Annie home from the hospital after her brain injury in the Spring of '07, she would stare at the movement of the leaves as if she was wondering what caused it, and her attention couldn't be diverted to anything else. The therapists had difficulty working with her, because her eyes were fixed on those leaves. So we'd position her to face away from the window. But she'd turn her head around anyway so she could look at them.
Today, though, Annie can see another tree. It's not old. And she's not brain-injured.
Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb through the middle of the street of the city; also, on either side of the river, the tree of life with its twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit each month. The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. Revelation 22:1-2