He is like a tree
planted by streams of water
that yields its fruit in its season,
and its leaf does not wither.
In all that he does, he prospers.
Though the winds may rage, the lightning crackle, the pests swarm, and people pass by, the tree holds fast to its purpose - to draw from the supply, to grow, to provide fruit.
It does not worry over the weather. It does not concern itself with how it will get what it needs to prosper and thrive. The tree does not complain about its environment, whine about the ways it is mistreated, grumble about the lack of recognition and praise it receives. It does not fret over its fruit.
The tree waits.
It receives the gifts from the stream that it relies on. It yields its fruit when the season comes. And even then, it does not consume its fruit for its own purposes. The tree gives of itself with no expectations, no compensation, no hope of return. It grows, thrives, and shares its fruit because that is what it was created to do.
To be like that tree...
unwavering, firmly planted
undeterred by life's circumstances
patiently living out each season
yielding fruit when it is time
always drawing from the eternal source
living out the purpose for which I was created...
To bring glory to my Creator.