Lately I have been feeling pain at the source of a deep wound inflicted long ago. Forgive, let go, move forward, and bless it with Love has been my healing mantra. I’ve been practicing it for quite some time now, and it’s working.  Sometimes though, when the barometric pressure rises or falls swiftly, the scarred area pains me and I remember. The ax forgets, but the tree remembers.  This African proverb reminds me that we are all like trees. You see, some of us are strong and stoic like Redwoods or Giant Sequoias, while others are delicate and fragile like a Dogwood. There’s such a variety of tree types. Some of us are a singular species while others may be a carefully crafted hybrid.  Regardless of our classification and type, we are all susceptible to serious harm when the ax starts swinging.  Irreparable harm can be done in a matter of seconds.

For some strange reason, there are those among us who have taken up ax grinding with others as a serious profession.  This is unfortunate because we were made for so much more.  We’re designed to be cool and shade, beauty and light, oxygenation, healing, and peace.  We are meant to be Lovers, Uplifters, and Respecters of our own human kind, using our tongues to encourage, delight, and heal, rather than divide, tear down, and destroy.  Nothing good can come from wielding an ax against another human being. Nothing good.  If you wield an ax to chop others, every single upswing will decimate a part of you.  We can be cunning and defamatory or healing and kind.  We forget what we’ve done or we remember the truth about who we are.  One or the other. I have been chopped hard–multiple times by repeat offenders– and I have the scars to prove it; however, my scars do not change the truth about me. So, whenever palpitations of pain start to rise, I remind myself that I am a tree planted beside still waters.  My leaves are green and I bear good fruit.  My leaf does not wither and whatever I do prospers. My roots run deep, so whenever the strong winds blow, I shall not be moved.  I lift my head to the sky, and when the waters rise, I, too, keep rising.  This is the truth about me and who I am– scars and all.  I’ve been chopped and I’ve been betrayed, but I’m living lavishly on the next level and steady rising.  I absolutely love it up here and remembering has been an important part of my journey.  Maybe you have been chopped too or maybe you’ve been the one grinding the ax.  Only one of these is a divine design for this life.  If you’ve been chopped, recognize the truth of who you are, and if you’re wielding the ax, drop it already. We’re all scarred enough already.

Be a tree.
Be a tree.
Be a tree.

 

My name is Sharita and I am a singer, writer, speaker, and life coach. I sing, write, and speak about great despair, hope against all odds, and unconditional love. I change and positively impact the world with the power of my voice.