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“And though a tenth remains in the land, it will again be laid waste. But as the terebinth and oak leave stumps when they are cut down, so the holy seed will be the stump in the land.”  Isaiah 6:13

Though we see our American land waning and becoming desolate in many ways, stumps are being left.  Not stumps of hindrance, but stumps of “holy seed” which will grow again.  Will they grow as a national goal?  I don’t know, but I do know that stumps are left by individual trees not by a national forest. 

Did you ever cut down a tree but leave the stump?  You know it does not die; instead new trees sprout up from the root system that lives under ground. 

There is probably not one of us who has not cried out to God in anger or confusion, “Why did you allow the death of that good man/woman in the prime of life?”  Perhaps God needed the stump to send out sprouts along its root system.

Where am I going with this? Just making us think. What roots am I leaving?

Dedicated to Danny who left a stump with roots of “holy seed.” Love much to the Nix family.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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