Remember a few posts ago when I talked about how I can read sign language from the Universe? And then I interpreted that sign for you about how you shouldn't remove trees from the frisbee golf course because "This course was DESIGNED with the OBSTACLES in mind."
Well I had conflicting feelings about that advice. I mean, should you, or should you not remove obstacles in your path? On the one hand doesn't that show a certain amount of strength and courage and determination to remove the things that trip you up? Like say for instance addictions, indulgences, temptations . . .
You get me?
Like Devil-made-me-do-it kinda obstacles?
But then the Universe spoke to me again last Saturday. It was pouring rain and my family was hunkered down around the fire eating homemade rolls and watching Groundhog Day.
And . . . And . . . And . . .
At the very end when Bill Murray is reading Joyce Kilmer poetry to Andie MacDowell as she drifts off to sleep, he suddenly paused and looked right through the camera at me before he spoke the last line, ". . . but only God can make a tree."
But only God can make a tree . . .
I get it now.
There are obstacles, and then there are OBSTACLES.
There are traps and the landmines set out by the dark side to keep us from ever finishing the course, but only God can make a TREE . . . and deliberately put it in your way . . . for his own mysterious purposes . . .
I bet I'm somebody's tree.