The Willow Tree

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For years, I have wanted to start my blog. I kept coming up with ideas I wanted to share, things I wanted to write about. I even sat down multiple times to create my blog. What was my hold up? The name.

I could not for the life of me come up with a name that isn’t in use or a name that I just felt was right. I tried everything, but, as my friend said, “it sounds like you’re trying too hard.” And I was. I wanted so bad to make this a reality, that I tried to force a name all by myself. Who here knows what it is like when you try to create things all on your own? For me, I wasn’t successful on my own. I needed the guidance of the Lord to make this dream a reality.

While sitting and dwelling on this blog for the past several weeks, the Lord spoke to me. I began to practice my calligraphy and handwriting again. I would write many names–names of future babies, names of my friends’ children, my nieces and nephews names…and the name willow I kept writing down. I thought, that’s a pretty name, but I don’t think I want to name my child Willow. I didn’t think that was the intention of that name.

Over time, willow kept coming to my head. One night,  I decided to change my perspective of my name hunt. I “O Captain my Captain”-ed myself, stood on my metaphorical desk to take a different look at my blog and name. I stopped thinking of the content that I wanted to write, and instead began to think of what feelings and emotions I wanted to convey–the motivation and passion behind my why. Here are the words that came to my mind–simplicity, peace, joy, happiness, freedom, boldness, ability. Then, I began to get a vision. I could see myself in a place full of joy, freedom, happiness, peace. I saw myself sitting under a willow tree on a breezy day at the top of a hill, looking down on His perfect creation. I wanted to embody that feeling and that place to make it the underlying theme of my life and blog–and The Willow Tree was born.

As a child, I remember walking down the street of our neighborhood with my mom. There was a willow tree that I vividly remember. I always thought it was so beautiful. She told me the name of the tree was a Weeping Willow. Weeping seems so terribly sad, but I don’t think that weeping is always due to sadness. Weeping by definition is “an expressing grief, sorrow, or any overwhelming emotion by shedding tears.” When we think of weeping, we naturally think about the grief or sorrow. But I want to think deeper–I don’t want to forget the last part that says any overwhelming emotion. When I sit under my weeping willow tree, I want to think of the times I wept because of extreme happiness. Extreme joy. Extreme passion. Sorrow and grief are a part of life, because we live in a broken world. However, with every sorrow, there is a story of joy. With every grief and tragedy, there’s a story of life and hope. I want to find the beauty in those places in life where sometimes it doesn’t seem that there is or can be any.

I pray that I can bring the Lord’s heart to you and touch you with peace, creativity, motivation, inspiration, simplicity, joy, serenity, and passion no matter where you are on this walk of life.

–The Willow Tree.

1 Comment

  1. Good luck on your blogging journey. I’ve just started mine as well! I just followed you and can’t wait to read more from you. I would truly appreciate, if you’d check my blog out! Thank you so much.

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