Priceless

We’re not the kind of people that try to keep up with the Jones or outdo the Smiths. We don’t envy neighbors that have newer vehicles, fancier homes, or nicer yards. We don’t covet anyone’s i-phone, deck, hot tub, or big screen TV. It doesn’t bother us that some neighbors actually have the Garden of Eden out their front door, or that others have 350-horsepower tractors (compared to our 90). On the contrary, it’s they that wish they had our big tree!

Forgive me for bragging, but in the summer, our cottonwood, which is actually several trees growing together, always seems a more vivid green than any in the area. In fall, it’s clearly more radiant than any others in the neighborhood. Come mid-October, Hubby and I frequently find ourselves saying to one another, “Look at the tree now—it’s glowing!”

It’s a good thing that our insatiable tax assessor doesn’t come this time of year for his annual valuation; if he did, he’d surely tax our glorious tree.

 

 

“ARISE [from the depression and prostration in which circumstances have kept you--rise to a new life]! Shine (be radiant with the glory of the Lord), for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord has risen upon you!” –ISAIAH 60:1