The seed

There was a seed.

Small and unassuming, nestled in the shadows of the earth.

Alone in the darkness. Forgotten.

Yet, one day, a miracle stirred.

The seed broke forth, fragile and trembling, into the embrace of the sunlight.

It grew.

Its roots stretched deep into the soil, anchoring it against the storms to come.

Its trunk thickened, its branches unfurled,

and soon, they teemed with life—birds sang among its leaves,

and weary souls found refuge in its shade.

Years passed. Seasons wove themselves around its branches.

It stood steadfast, weathering winds and rain, a silent testament to the Creator’s glory.

Then came the day of pain.

A sharp, brutal ache splintered through its being.

It was being cut down.

Why this agony?

Why, when it was fulfilling its purpose, bearing life, giving shelter, offering beauty and rest?

Why must it fall?

If trees could weep, this one would have, as its body was hewn into lifeless pieces.

But the story was not over.

For the wood of that tree was shaped into a cross.

It was carried through jeering crowds,

splintered by the weight of a Savior’s burden.

Upon its beams, the words echoed:

“Father, forgive them.”

“It is finished.”

The tree, once majestic and whole,

now bore the weight of redemption.

Its sacrifice became the stage

for the greatest love the world would ever know.

In that moment, what seemed like devastation—

what felt like the end of its purpose—

was revealed as the beginning of a miracle.

The Creator had planted that seed,

nurtured its growth,

and when the time came,

used it to bear the weight of salvation itself.

If God could do this for a tree,

transforming pain into glory,

then surely, He can do the same for you.🤍