Joy Writers assignment for May 8: 

Write a description of a tree from the perspective of a limb.

On this National Day of Prayer I can’t help but think of the Vine and the branches. Essentially the assignment asks for personal testimony, but more, it calls for an intimate analysis.
I prefer to describe the heavens, but to describe my redeemer?
From Psalm 139
4 Before a word is on my tongue,
You know all about it, Lord.
5 You have encircled me;
You have placed Your hand on me.
6 This extraordinary knowledge is beyond me.
It is lofty; I am unable to reach it.
7 Where can I go to escape Your Spirit?
Where can I flee from Your presence?
8 If I go up to heaven, You are there;
if I make my bed in Sheol, You are there.
9 If I live at the eastern horizon
or settle at the western limits,
10 even there Your hand will lead me;
Your right hand will hold on to me.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me,
and the light around me will be night”—
12 even the darkness is not dark to You.
The night shines like the day;
darkness and light are alike to You.

The perspective disconcerts me, not that I want to hide from the tree, but I wouldn't mind hiding from myself or the fact of myself as a branch.
BEV