Treehouse

Tonight I sat at a table in Clements coffee area at our school among several other people for a near three hour concert showcasing many of my close friends. They covered the tables with white paper and left crayons in the center to coax our creativity. I sat with three of my closest girlfriends. Something was said, I don't know what, having to do with our singleness or past flings and a subtle sadness dropped on us. I decided to draw a tree. Leah quickly drew one that had fallen, and we giggled a little. I drew the trunk and contemplated how to make my tree. Most of us girls are notorious for drawing dead trees, mine are horrific, but Leah's are extraordinary. I mentally planned out each branch but I couldn't draw it out. I couldn't get myself to start it. It was right then when I decided that I was done with drawing dead trees, I would make a flourishing green one. I started on it and Silas came and sat down beside me. He leaned over and asked, "Are you drawing a tree?" I said yes, and he said, "Draw a treehouse." I scoffed and said, "I don't know how to draw those." "Yes you do, just draw it." He answered. I stared at my tree not knowing how to go about making in into a treehouse. But then I just went for it. It was pretty to say the least, but as I started to draw it I felt peace. I felt healing.

I didn't know how to draw a treehouse because I didn't know how to think that way. Let me explain. Obviously, due to the previous dead vs. alive tree comment, the tree is a metaphor for my life and I didn't know how to visualize a house in that tree. My picture of the future isn't positive and putting a house in that tree shows that I'm building my future. It shows that I have hope. That I'm standing firm on God's promises.

My tree has a house.