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Hi there and a very merry Easter to you all!

This week I am cheating - I thought that I would mail you all one of my favourite stories which tells of the power of God's love better than I can. I hope you don't mind. 

Don't forget your dreams - with God all things are possible! 

Lots of chocolately-eggy love,

Nat xxx 

now, if you're sitting comfortably, I will begin...... 

The Three Trees
             9th March 2007

Once upon a mountain top, three little trees stood
and dreamed of what they wanted to become when
they grew up.  

The first little tree looked up at the stars, twinkling like diamonds above him, “I want a whole treasure,” he said, “I want to be covered with gold and filled with precious stones. I’ll be the most beautiful treasure in all the world.”

The second little tree looked out at the small stream, trickling by on it’s way to the ocean. “I want to be a strong sailing ship,” he said,” I want to travel mighty waters and carry powerful kings. I’ll be the strongest ship in all the world.

The third little tree looked down into the valley below, where busy men and busy women worked in a busy town. “well I don’t want to leave this mountain top at all,” she said. “I want to grow so tall that when people stop to look at me, they’ll raise their eyes to heaven and think of God. I’ll be the tallest tree in all the world.”

Years passed, the rains came, the sun shone, and the little trees grew tall. One day, three woodcutters climbed the mountain.

The first woodcutter looked at the first tree, and said,” ahh this tree is beautiful, it’s perfect for me.” And with a swoop of his shiny axe the first tree fell. “Now I shall be made into a beautiful chest.“ thought the tree,” I shall hold wonderful treasure.”

The second woodcutter looked at the second tree and said,” oh, this tree is strong, it’s perfect for me.” “Now I shall sail mighty waters,” thought the second tree,” I shall be a strong ship, fit for kings.”

The third tree felt her heart sink as the last woodcutter looked her way. She stood straight and tall, and pointed to heaven, and she hoped that he wouldn’t see her. But the woodcutter never even looked up. “ah any kind of tree will do for me,” he muttered, And with a swoop of his shiny axe the third tree fell.  

The first tree rejoiced when the woodcutter brought him to a carpenter’s shop. But the busy carpenter wasn’t thinking about treasure chests. Instead his work worn hands fashioned the tree into a feed-box for animals. The once beautiful tree was not covered with gold, or filled with treasure, he was covered with sawdust, and filled with hay for hungry farm animals.

The second tree smiled when the woodcutter took him to the shipyard, but no mighty sailing ships were being made that day. Instead the once strong tree was hammered and sawed, into a simple little fishing boat, too small and weak to sail the ocean or a river, he was taken to a little lake. Every day he had to bring in loads of dead smelly fish.

The third tree was confused when the woodcutter cut her into strong beams, and left her alone in a timber yard. What happened the once tall tree wondered. All I ever wanted to do was to stay on the mountain top, and point to God. 

May days and nights passed, the three trees nearly forgot their dreams. But one night golden starlight poured over the first tree, as a young woman placed her new-born baby in a feed-box. “I wish I had a cradle for him,” her husband whispered. The mother squeezed his hand and smiled as the starlight shone on the smooth and sturdy wood, ”this manger is beautiful” she said. And suddenly the first tree knew he was holding the greatest treasure in all the world.  

One evening a tired traveller and his friends crowded into a old fishing boat. The traveller fell asleep as the second tree quietly sailed out into the lake. Soon a thundering and thrashing storm arose, the little tree shuddered, and he knew that he did not have the strength to carry so many passengers safely, in the wind and the rain. The tired man awakened, he stood up, stretched out his hand, and said, “ peace.” The stood stopped as quickly as it had begun, and suddenly the second tree knew that he was carrying the King of heaven and earth.  

One Friday morning, the third tree was startled as her beams were yanked from a forgotten wood pile. She flinched as she was carried through an angry, jeering crowd. She shuddered as soldiers nailed a man’s hands to her, she felt ugly, and harsh and cruel. But on Sunday morning as the sun rose, and the earth trembled with joy beneath her, the third tree knew that God’s love had changed everything.  

It had made the first tree beautiful. It had made the second tree strong. And every time people thought of the third tree, they would think of God, and that was better than being the tallest tree in the world.