Once upon a time, on a mountain top, three little trees stood and dreamed of what they wanted to become when they grew up.
The first little tree looked up at the stars and said, 'I want to hold treasure, I want to be covered with gold and filled with precious stones. One day I will be the most beautiful treasure chest in the entire world!'
The second little tree looked out at small stream trickling by on its way to the ocean and said, 'I want to be travelling mighty waters and carrying powerful kings. One day I will be the strongest ship in the world!'
The third little tree looked down into the valley below, where busy men and women worked in a busy town. She confessed, 'I don't want to leave the mountain top at all. I want to grow so tall that when people stop to look at me they will raise their eyes to the Heaven and think of God. I want to be the tallest tree in the world!'
Years passed, the rain came, the sun shone, and the little trees grew tall. One day three wood cutters climbed down the mountain. The first wood cutter looked at the first tree and said, 'This tree is beautiful. It is perfect for me.' A swoop of the shiny ax, and the first tree fell. 'Now I shall be made into a beautiful chest, I shall hold wonderful treasure!', the first tree said.
The second wood cutter looked at the second tree and said, 'This tree is strong. It is perfect for me.' A swoop of the shining ax, and the second tree fell. 'Now I shall sail mighty waters!', thought the second tree, 'I shall be a strong ship for mighty kings!'
The third tree felt her heart sink when the last wood cutter looked her way. She stood straight and tall and pointed bravely to heaven. But the second wood cutter looked up, 'Any kind of tree will do for me.', he muttered. A swoop of the shining ax, and the third tree fell.
The first tree rejoiced when the wood cutter brought her to a carpenter's shop. But her happiness was short lived, as the carpenter fashioned the tree into a feed box for animals. The once beautiful tree was not covered with gold, nor filled with treasure. She was coated with saw dust and filled with hay for farm animals.
The second tree smiled when the wood cutter took her to a shipyard. But no mighty ship was made that day. Instead the once strong tree was hammered and sawed into a simple fishing boat. She was too small and too weak to sail to an ocean, or even river. Instead she was taken to a little lake.
The third tree was confused when the wood cutter cut her into strong beams and left her in lumberyard. 'What happened!', the once tall tree wondered. 'All I ever wanted was to stay on the mountain top and point to God.'
Many days and nights passed. The three trees nearly forgot their dreams. But one night, golden starlight poured over the first tree as a young woman placed her new born baby in the feed box. 'I wish I could make a cradle for him.', the husband whispered. The young woman squeezed her husband's hand and smiled as the starlight shone on the smooth and sturdy wood. 'This manger is beautiful.', she said. And suddenly the first tree knew she was holding the greatest treasure in the world.
One evening a tired traveller and his friends crowded into the old fishing boat. The traveller fell asleep as the second tree quietly sailed out into the lake. Soon a thundering and thrashing storm arose. The little boat shuddered, she knew she did not have the strength to carry so many passengers safely through with the wind and the rain. The tired man awakened, he stood up and said, 'PEACE'. The storm stopped as quickly as it had begun. And suddenly the second tree knew she was carrying the king of heaven and earth.
One Friday morning, the third tree was startled when her beam was yanked from the forgotten wood pile. She flinched as she was carried through an angry jeering crowd. She shuddered when soldiers nailed a man's hands to her. She felt ugly and harsh and cruel. But on Sunday morning, when the Sun rose and the Earth trembled with joy beneath her. The third tree knew that God's love had changed everything, it had made the third tree strong. And everytime people thought of the third tree, they would think of God. That was better than being the tallest tree in the world.
So next time you feel down because you didn't get what you want, just sit tight and be happy because God is thinking of something better to give you.
