At that point whatever was done, was done. I knew it wasn’t going to knock a full hole in the roof and I didn’t have to risk water damage. Nothing needed immediate attention. Oddly, I felt a little childish. I was holding on to something I had no control over. I had been putting the wrong kind of energy in to the wrong task.

Interestingly I have had another running thread of voices in my head regarding another matter. I have been struggling through a hard passage in an old friendship. It has claimed a running thread of thoughts in the back of my head at all times.

This week, a limb fell. I had been dreading the mere possibility of having what happened, happen in our friendship. The minute I heard the thud, however, there was a spark of forgiveness.

Again I felt a little childish. It didn’t require immediate attention and I knew it wasn’t going to bring the house down. I been putting the wrong kind of energy into the friendship. I was going to be ok, and most importantly, a fallen limb does not mean a dead tree. In fact, it allows more resources to the parts of a friendship that are still thriving. Trees want to grow.

Wisdom will, from time to time, ask us to let things play themselves out, at least for a period of time. There is such a thing as a holy disappointment. We can come back later with new insights, fresh perseptive, and most of all, faith. Boughs break, childhoods fall, and whether or not we grow in wisdom depends entirely on the extent to which we can believe that there is a God, and that it isn’t me.

The only thing that was hurt in my backyard was a bed of flowers. The Copper Canyon Daisy exploded into a delicate citrusy perfume and just today the seed pods on the Butterfly Weed burst sending actual bits of new life all around, even onto the fallen limb.