This is something I read today at lunch, it has caused me to reflect on many things going on with me. Instead of telling you all the things that have been running through my mind, I'll share with you the story and you can see what it makes you think of.
This is a story told by Abraham Lincoln of a farmer who loved a large shade tree that stood near his home: "It was a majestic-looking tree, and apparently perfect in every part- tall, straight… One morning, while at work in his garden, {the farmer} saw a squirrel run up the tree into a hole, and thought the tree might be hollow. He proceeded to examine it carefully and, much to his surprise, he found that the stately tree that he had valued for it's beauty and grandeur to be the pride and protection of his little farm was hollow from top to bottom. Only a rim of sound wood remained, barely sufficient to support its weight. What was he to do? If he cut it down, it would do great damage with it's great length and spreading branches. If he let it remain his family was in constant danger. In a storm it might fall, or the wind might blow it down, and his house and children be crushed by it. What should he do? As he turned away, he said sadly: "I wish I had never seen that squirrel."
1 comment:
Perfect analogy! James and I both said, "wow" after reading it. Thanks for your sweet comment. You're so awesome.
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