Juniper Trees

So, this is the second half, and it comes from the same hike, but instead of talking about hiking, it's about a juniper tree that I saw. At the top of one of the peaks there is a level bit of ground that is about 100 yards long by about 20 yards across. It is almost completely surrounded by rocks and the soil is sand and rocks, that only grass seems to be able to get a good hold on. There is however, one juniper tree that has found it's home amond the rocky soil, and the roots snake in and out of the ground to get a firm grip on the edge of a dastardly fall. Looking at the tree I realized that it wasn't given the most ideal place to live, but God chose that tree to live in that place for some magical reason. Maybe specifically so I can draw some wisdom from it, maybe to leave a spot for a bird to sit as he's flying south. Either way, there is a tree, and it's healthy, about 10 feet tall. It could be very old, but I can't tell because there aren't a lot of other trees around. I got to thinking about it's ability to live, even though it wasn't given the best spot to live. We are all given places to live by God, we weren't randomly placed by some cosmic roulette wheel, God picked us. I have no idea what it is that I am supposed to do with my life, but I need to be like that tree and make the best life of it that I can in the place that I am. I'm not given another choice, I get the one pick, and after this, I have to answer to the man about how I chose to live the life that I was given. I don't get to ask for a second chance and I didn't pick this as my first choice over some list of other less desireable lives. Who then would be born to drug addicted parents, or even live in the suburbs. We would all be rich, but we would all have little need of God. I am happy with my life, I pick wrong sometimes, but for the most part, I have done well with the life God has given me.