Aging….
Walking in the woods with small and large trees all around…cut wood for future wood fires…the smell of the dampness of fog settled in, moving silently amongst the leaves…gives a sense of eeriness and calm together, quiet except the birds welcoming morning…
I don’t know when my father taught me how to tell how old a tree was…we would count the rings on a downed tree to see the age or the whirls on a young tree…for the hard woods, the rings were so close/dense it was hard to count…for the soft woods, rings were further apart, easier to count…
Living in the Redwoods, near a huge lumber mill, they had exhibits with slices of trees that aged back in time to the Middle Ages and some, the time of Christ…if trees could talk, they would have a history lesson for us all…they do in a way, as wide rings mean more moisture, narrow rings-times of drought….
My dad, also had an instrument which could be tapped into a live tree, drawn out and show the age of the tree by the straw-like sample of the rings…
Commercial fir Christmas trees are usually about 8-10 years old, you can tell by the amount of whirls, or space between the layers of branches…they have been trimmed every year to cause the denseness of needles….nobles are trimmed also, to make a nice shape, but take bit longer to grow…
So much for the science and history lessons…we learn so much from what is around us and the experiences we have…God has given us such an amazing Creation…hopefully we gather and ask for some wisdom as well…there are lessons everywhere …
As with growth, there is aging as well…we each have a season…a time that is allotted to us…a time to use well, a time for seeking, to learn…a time to laugh, to cry…a time to mourn…a time to die…
Thank YOU…
Precious in the sight of the Lordis the death of his saints.
Ps.116.15
And I applied my heart to seek and to search out by wisdom all that is done under heaven….
Eccl.1.13a
If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask God, who gives generously to all without reproach, and it will be given him.
Jas.1.5
For everything there is a season,
and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.
He has made everything beautiful in its time.
Also, he has put eternity into man's heart, yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end.
I perceived that there is nothing better for them than to be joyful and to do good as long as they live;
Eccl.3.1-8,Eccl.3.11-12
Remember also your Creator in the days of your youth, before the evil days come and the years draw near of which you will say, “I have no pleasure in them”; before the sun and the light and the moon and the stars are darkened and the clouds return after the rain, in the day when the keepers of the house tremble, and the strong men are bent, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those who look through the windows are dimmed, and the doors on the street are shut—when the sound of the grinding is low, and one rises up at the sound of a bird, and all the daughters of song are brought low— they are afraid also of what is high, and terrors are in the way; the almond tree blossoms, the grasshopper drags itself along, and desire fails, because man is going to his eternal home, and the mourners go about the streets— before the silver cord is snapped, or the golden bowl is broken, or the pitcher is shattered at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern, and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.
Eccl.12.1-7
For all our days pass away under your wrath;we bring our years to an end like a sigh.
The years of our life are seventy,or even by reason of strength eighty;yet their span is but toil and trouble;they are soon gone, and we fly away.
So teach us to number our daysthat we may get a heart of wisdom.
Ps.90.:9-10, 12
So even to old age and gray hairs,O God, do not forsake me,until I proclaim your might to another generation,your power to all those to come.
Ps.71.18
Thank you Lord….
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DN3_tSDhDpY
https://www.science-sparks.com/how-old-is-a-tree/
https://www.gardeningknowhow.com/ornamental/trees/tgen/determine-trees-age.htm
https://www.oregonencyclopedia.org/articles/douglas_david/
