Supposing a Tree Fell Down

“Supposing a tree fell down, Pooh, when we were underneath it?”

“Supposing it didn’t,” said Pooh after careful thought.

Piglet was comforted by this.
~A.A. Milne

It is the final week of a very long academic year and tension is running high.

Among those students to whom I provide care,
there are many who dwell deeply in “what if?” mode,
immobilized in their anticipation of impending disaster.

I understand this line of thinking,
particularly in this day and age of
“in the moment” tragedy
played out real-time in the palm of our hand
and we can’t help but watch as it unfolds.

Those who know me well
know I can fret and worry
better than most.
Medical training only makes it worse.
It teaches one to think catastrophically.
That is what I do for a living,
to always be ready for the worse case scenario.

When I rise, sleepless,
to face a day of uncertainty
as we all must do at times~
after careful thought,
I reach for the certainty I am promised
over the uncertainty I can only imagine:

What is my only comfort in life and in death? 
That I am not my own, but belong
—body and soul, in life and in death—
to my faithful Savior, Jesus Christ.

“Supposing it didn’t” — He says (and thus we are comforted)


6 thoughts on “Supposing a Tree Fell Down

  1. Thank you, Emily. I needed this today. I had a scare yesterday after overheating, and my comfort as I was struggling to breathe was that Jesus has me. It was shocking to feel so helpless; to have to truly surrender. The first aid team at work got me physically sorted and checked out, but it was the harsh reminder that we are not in control.

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  2. Well said, dear Emily. Sage words that often take one nearly a lifetime to learn — especially for certain A-type personalities like me. However, the Holy Spirit within has a way of gently confronting our finite minds – and wills.

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  3. Well, Emily, a huge ancient oak in my back yard on the hill did fall down on our house some six years ago. And it turned out to be a great blessing to me personally. It came through the attic into our room and I heard the crack and rolled out of the bed and down the stairs. Hubby heard it to and made it down with me. As it turns out, it stopped itself in our Florida Room with a branch that hit the resistant floor and stopped the heaviness of the tree from being even more devastating.
    The rest of the story is that I could not get my stubborn hubby to repair the Florida Room which had been an old porch covered with sides and roof earlier in the history of the room and was then leaning away from the original house dwelling. SO, the insurance replaced the room with a lovely space and repaired, painted, wallpapered as well as repaired floors for us. Blessing out of tragedy…the loss of a beautiful old oak tree killed by carpenter ants.

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