"I love that tree!"
Unbidden, it had entered my mind. And just as quickly as I caught my breath, it sank to my heart.
It was different than the, "how lovely!" of a tourist who passes through. But really, why should the sight of the algarroba dotting the countryside knock the wind out of me so?
Because with that simple thought came the overwhelming realization that I was beginning to feel at home. That there was a rightness in my being here. My heart was lifted in praise to the God who is merciful. The One who knows my weakness, and yet chooses to bless me.
I've since decided the algarroba is my tree, my special reminder that I belong here.
What about you? Have you ever been surprised by the overwhelming sense that you belong right where God has you? I'd love to hear about it!
While we're on the topic of trees, click here for a super interesting post about the Bottle Tree of Paraguay!