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...
|My husband snuck in some shots.|