See the Tree, How Big It’s Grown

After lunch today, Marlo and I walk the Nehemiah Center grounds, see the vocational school under construction, the Nejapa Christian school, and  the thatch-roofed ranchero where we ate many meals with the Faith CRC team of two years ago,

Then we walk toward the barbed-wire fence where that team planted 100 bouganvillea , using pick-axes to pound holes into the cindered soil. They carried bags of seedlings, three different pastels, to the fenceline, patted them in, and  hosed each one with water, carrying buckets where the hoses failed to reach.

And then they left.

I wonder if some plants, at least, survived, and if they’ve grown.

When we approach, I see no fence—it is overtaken by a wall of shrubs, blooming three different pastels.

Marlo stands under a branch and I take his picture. A fragment of an old song comes to mind: See the tree how big it’s grown. But friends it hasn’t been too long. . .”

It hasn’t been too long. Just yesterday they were bagged seedlings.

 “I’ll post this on the blog for team members,” I say. “They will be pleased.”

I think that God is, too.