When we settled into our current home, there was this one tree we held in question to its seemingly devastated trunk. Twelve rotations around the sun and it still stands. As a matter of fact, here in mid-November, it is a bastion of remaining color among the other 65 plus trees on the property.
The morning I began this composition, I found myself standing in awe of color, shape, and form I’ve admired in this tree through the years. The beauty it brings is one reason I have made effort to care for it as best I could.
On that morning contemplating this tree, its name suddenly occurred to me−or maybe I simply heard its name for the first time. You see, this tree bears witness to the dignified stand of its namesake, our niece, Molly Brunson McAlpin.
It is one of those difficult to understand things in life: Molly’s liver at birth was void of the necessary for life bile ducts−the absence of such leading doctors to prognosticate her life to be no more than 2 years. She was 6 years old when she received her paradoxical new liver (a blessing from a tragedy).
Stories have been written about Molly through the years. While this is wonderful, there is one fallacy to this storytelling; leaving a reader to believe a happy-ever-after ending. Molly’s entire life has been one seemingly insurmountable health struggle after another.
Molly may have been cheated out of an essential physical basic, but she has compensated in sheer stubbornness! As I look at the Molly Tree, I find myself focusing on its beautiful form and presence in all seasons. Bereft as physical normality may be, our Molly continues to bring to this world love, and a story of courage and determined presence−without which this world would not be as blessed and beautiful.
Like the namesake tree, Molly makes it easy for us to see beyond the physical into a reality of Spirit!