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‘Dead’ tree’s blooms signify God’s blessings

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Rainy Days and Starry Nights
June 13, 2012 | 2,550 views | Post a comment

By: Lois Zook Wauson
The crape myrtle stood in our back yard all during the fall and winter devoid of leaves and blooms. It was a long, dry summer here in Floresville. The crape myrtle appeared to be dead after a summer of drought and heat. The “dead” bush just stood there looking so forlorn and bare for all these months.

But a few weeks ago, the bare, dead bush began to get leaves on some of the limbs. But about one-third of the tree was still bare and dead. No leaves. I hoped and prayed that it would bloom again. I had watered it all summer long and into the fall. And then the rains came! Would the tree bloom?

This morning, we looked out in the back yard and lo and behold, the “dead” crape myrtle was blooming. It has several dead branches, but the green ones are blooming beautifully.

I usually ask God what He is telling me in things around me. There usually is a message in it, if I would just ask God what it is. God speaks to you all the day long; at least He does to me, if I just listen.

Well, this is the message: That bare tree that was standing there which appeared dead and dry, was me. I had a long dry year, not blooming much, just trying to stay alive. Finally, winter came, and I was thinking maybe I would just hibernate and rest.

But then I had an accident, which could have killed me. I fell down some steps, hit my head, and shattered my heel. I had never had a broken bone in my life! But despite a month in and out of four hospitals and rehabs, and brain surgery, I came home on Dec. 23 to recover.

I had my rest, but it was not the kind of rest I had planned. But God sustained me, and even though I appeared dead like that tree, something was still alive in me.

Finally a few weeks ago, as spring was nearly over, the tree began to put out leaves. Like me, a few weeks ago, I was healed enough to start driving and got back my old vim and vigor. I am almost there, not 100 percent, not whole, but on my way.

Like the tree started blooming again, with the still-dead branches a reminder of what it had been through the months that almost killed it, I still have a reminder of the last six months, because I am still healing, walking with a limp, still recovering from a badly shattered heel, as a reminder of what I went through and God healed me.

Like Jacob, I wrestled with God until He healed me, but maybe I will always walk with the limp to remind me of God’s gift to me.

“Jacob walked with a limp, but his face was shining, and he named that place Peniel, the face of God (“It is because I saw God face to face, and yet my life was spared.”)

I need to cut those dead branches off the crape myrtle tree, but for awhile I want to look out at the blooms on the tree and the dead branches, and be reminded that I saw God face to face and yet my life was spared.

Lois Zook Wauson is the oldest of eight children who grew up on a farm in Wilson County in the mid-20th century. After many years living in other parts of Texas, she now lives and writes in Floresville. Her two books are available from the Wilson County News office.

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