Lord, make me a tree

God has been teaching me lots of things lately.  Psalm 1 has now come up in three separate Bible studies over the last few months.  And it has been very meaningful to me each time.

"Blessed is the man

who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked

or stand in the way of sinners

or sit in the seat of mockers.

But his delight is in the law of the Lord,

and on his law he meditates day and night.

He is like a tree planted by streams of water,

which yields its fruit in season

and whose leaf does not wither.

Whatever he does prospers.

Not so the wicked. 

They are like chaff

that the wind blows away.

Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,

nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous.

For the Lord watches over the way of the righteous,

but the way of the wicked will perish."

Psalm 1

I want to be a tree.

I want to be planted in a permanent place with roots so deep that nothing can move me (Mark 13:13).

I want to be firmly planted with His Word by my side, constantly drinking it in, as my source of nourishment (2 Timothy 3:16-17).

I want to display the fruits of the Spirit, without even trying; I want those fruits to be a reflection of my heart (Galations 5:22-23).

I do not want to wither when trials come my way, but I want to stand strong through all kinds of weather or storms, drawing my strength from Him and allowing Him to be my shelter (James 1:2-4).

I want to do His will, serving only Him, and for my work to be prosperous (Romans 8:28).

I want to be a tree.

Lord, make me a tree.