Thorns

We’ve started cutting through the strong overgrowth in the yard. Ten years without attention welcomes 4, 5, 6 inch thick vines to grow and develop the ability to take down trees. 

The brown and peely is the base of the vine, not a tree.

I was knee deep in chopped up thorny brush, Adison was waist deep in it. Her pants became snagged in the thorns and instantly she was worried. I pulled her out quickly and set her down in a place free of thorns. Then I remembered something. 

They put a crown of thorns on his head. 

A crown of thorns on his head. 

Thorns on his head. 

Thorns poking into my finger and scratching my arms hurt. I can’t imagine them pushed into my head. 

The potential for biblical imagery from this experience is tremendous. But since this is the week before Easter, I have been thinking about the pain Jesus suffered as he went to the cross for us. Surrounding myself in thorns and vines has been a reminder of why Jesus did what he did. 

 Please forgive us, Jesus. 

Tree covered in vines, we question
if it's alive or not. 

All that remains of this tree is the trunk,
everything else you see is vines...
not branches.

My husband snuck in some shots.