Lightening struck a neighborhood tree last night.
The tree was an sky-scraping palm, healthy, strong and scruffy with age. It must have been decades old.
Ron walked past it this morning on his way to work. He said the tree was still smoldering. When Andrea and I drove past it on her way to school, the street was littered with bark and frond debris, as though the tree had exploded when struck by the blinding electric current.
The palm tree was blackened in mid-truck, where the lightening struck, and it burned from there to the ground. It still stood tall and proud this afternoon, but was greatly weakened.
City engineers chopped the tree down about an hour ago. It's gone now....only a lovely memory and a stump by the curb.
Our lives are like that neighborhood palm tree. We can be decades old, healthy, strong and tall one day....and gone the next.
It's good to remember that God doesn't promise us tomorrow. And to enjoy the blue skies and balmy breezes of today.....