I love to see big old trees that are alive.  Since the fourth grade, I have traveled on Main Street near Rice University in Houston.  I love riding underneath the limbs of those huge old Live Oak trees.  It is amazing how the light rays shine through the trees.  Because of the beauty of those trees, we planted five Live Oak trees around our house.  Now the grandkids are talking about building a tree house in one of our trees. My prayer is that I might live everyday as those Oak trees.  I want to be seen spiritually as a healthy old tree that not only brings joy to others, but that the rays of God’s light can be seen in me.


Psalm 1:3 (NIV)
3  He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers.