You see, I had a decision to make. Would I be the tree or the birds?
The birds find rest and shelter in the boughs of the bush. They are entirely content to wait out the wind or bask in the warmth of the sun. They leave the safety of their home only for short flitting moments to find food.
Or the holly who is firmly rooted, determined to grow and even flourish where it is planted. It flexes and grows stronger in the wind, gives to the needy, and shines in the light of the sun. The holly is exposed, open, and giving.
I want to be the holly. I know I have spent plenty of time being the birds wanting to hide under the protective wings of Christ. But lately I am annoying even my self by insisting to stay there. I must come out from under the wings to reflect the sun and I certainly can't stay a baby chick hiding from storms and flitting about frazzled forever. I want this year to grow--grafted into the vine. In this place, with arms lifted high to shine in my Father's glory, I want to be the holly.
I'm curious. What about you all? Here at the end of January? What are the goals you made for yourself this year?