Iced Trees (Not Iced Tea)

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My entire extended family in Oklahoma, except my sister Kendra (last I heard, anyway), is without power. Some of them are toughing it out in their freezing cold houses to take care of pets, some of them moving around like vagabonds. I can’t talk to them because most of them don’t have working phones right now. I’m really worried about my dad in Owasso, but his phone isn’t working, and I don’t have his cell phone number. I’m sure he’s fine, but I’m also really worried about his trees. That must sound very odd, but I am. My dad has spent two decades growing and pruning all these beautiful trees in his yard. It’s been a hobby of his for as long as I can remember–taking care of his yard. My mom says all the trees in their yard, these beautiful, old, strong trees–they’re destroyed, some of them even split right down the middle. Trees whose branches my children have swung on, trees that have shaded us from the scorching Oklahoma heat. As I watch the news, I see all these images of these magnificent trees falling to the ground. It’s hard to explain, but even all the way over here, in the (kerosene) warmth of my home surrounded by spectacular flourescent trees, I’m so affected by what’s happening to our trees in Oklahoma. I mean, I live in Japan, but those are still my trees. Does anyone hear me? I think it’s something deep and spiritual, but I can’t quite put my finger on it (which is why I’m blogging about trees, in hopes that I will be able to work this out…) I’m so humbled and saddened to see these mighty, beautiful trees bow down and break, under the pressure of just a little too much water that’s just too heavy. Today, for the first time in years, I cried because I want to be in Oklahoma so bad right now. That must sound crazy. But today it feels particularly horrible to be thousands of miles away from my family and friends, and those trees.

About cashclan

Lisa is a grateful, born-again follower of Jesus Christ who has spent her adult life on the Gospel in several global contexts. She is the wife of one wonderful, jungle-gym of a man, who is to her the single most ravishing piece of flesh on planet earth (stolen good-heartedly from Christine Caine). She is a dedicated home educator to their four beautiful children, ages 6 to 12, whom she would be happy to gush over any time. She is an avid reader and a storyteller, an aspiring writer, a missionary to the nations and a singer of His praises, a loyal friend, an obsessive-compulsive Googler, and comedienne extraordinaire on her best days. She would also like to think that she is a loyal and loving, truth-telling friend.
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2 Responses to Iced Trees (Not Iced Tea)

  1. Marylne says:

    I am a tree lover too………..I totally understand. Trees,
    to some of us, are symbols of life on many varied levels. The magnolia tree in my grandmother’s back yard is so entwined in my wonderful childhood memories.

  2. melissa says:

    WE ARE W/ OUT POWER- IT HAS BEEN CRAZY- ALL THE TREES ARE BROKEN- IT IS LIKE A TORNADO CAME THOUGH OUR NEIGHBORHOOD- WE HAVE BEEN 5 DAYS SO FAR W/ OUT POWER BUT MORE DAYS TO COME- IT IS REALLY BAD- LOTS OF DAMAGE-YET THOUGH IT ALL WE ARE BLESSED- WE ARE STAYING AT THE CHURCH- WHAT BLESSING CORNERSTONE HAS BEEN- IT HAS BEEN GOOD TO GET CLOSE TO FAMILIES OF THE CHURCH- WE ARE HANGIN IN

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