The Story of Trees
I have a tattoo on the inside of my left arm.
It was based on a passage from Donald Miller’s, “A Million Miles in a Thousand Years” in which he writes:
“The story of the forest is greater than the story of the tree.”
You see, the older I get, the more I realize that my life isn’t about me. When I take a step back and look at this beautiful, crazy world and all of our lives in it, I can’t help but marvel at the story God is writing. From the dawn of God’s creation, there has been just ONE story and it belongs solely to Him. It is a story of His love for a fallen world and the lengths He went and still goes to bring us back to Him, to heal us, to make us a whole again. It is messy, and difficult but made perfect in a way that only He knows.
The sentiment on my arm is also tribute to all those people or “trees” God has planted around me. From best friends and family, to strangers, to people no longer on this earth, I have seen God move in ways that makes me stand in awe and believe in the vastness and perfect goodness of the One who intricately weaves all things for His glory, even when we are too thick in the middle of our situation to understand it. Together, our unique and individual lives share in this collective story. Our experiences cry out that God can write the most incredible stories of redemption with our lives. It humbles me, it moves me. It gives me perspective. It makes me believe in the life changing power of God’s love all over again, time and time again. I think this is why I write. If I want the Gospel to be the biggest thing in my life, then I have to be willing to share my story with others. And listen to theirs in return.
Make us trees in your forest, Oh God.
I can’t imagine anything more beautiful.