And with that came my own poems, circa 1992. Some of my very first writing. Always included a rhyme. I found these poems years later, laminated. I didn't put my writing on computers as a child. They were laminated. Laminating was big back then. This is a dying art.
I bought his books of poetry; they were a prized possession. I would act them out sometimes. I had his book The Giving Tree. It was one of my favorites. I loved the drawings. And that tree! That tree was pretty amazing. How could it be so giving, so gracious, even when the boy seemed to mistreat it?
Once upon a time there was a writer named Brennan Manning. He taught about grace and forgiveness and made trust sound so simple. He told stories of God's love in his books.
I read this article. I love it because I love Brennan Manning and The Giving Tree.
I essentially ask the same question: how can He be so giving, so gracious, even when we mistreat Him? Even when trust doesn't come simply, when we fail to deep trust?
I like learning that Brennan asked questions, too. That there were times of wrestling as he walked through life with God. I like that Shel gave Brennan a copy of The Giving Tree to help illustrate this seemingly unnatural kind of love.
I admit this begs me to be honest about the places I ask is your grace really true and to remember that I know it is true, to see Love for what -- and who -- it truly is.
"One thing I do know. I was blind but now I see!" John 9:25
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