Once upon a mountain top, three little trees had a dream.
The first thought of becoming a treasure chest to hold the greatest treasures of the world.
The second wanted to be a great ship to sail to mighty waters and carry powerful kings.
The third wanted to remain in the mountain top and grow, so when people look up, they’d think of God.
After years of rain and shine, the little trees grew tall.
And so the woodcutters came. With the swoop of
their shining axe, the trees fell.
The first became just a feed box for animals.
The second became just simple fishing boat.
The third was cut into strong beams and was left in a lumber yard.
They became sad, they didn’t reach their dreams.
Many years passed. They nearly forgot their dreams.
But one night, golden starlight poured over the first tree as a young woman placed her little babe in the feed box, suddenly he knew he was holding the greatest treasure in the world.
As years passed by, a traveler boarded a little boat – the second tree. Soon a shuddering storm came and the passenger stretched out His hand, saying, “Peace”. The storm stopped. The little wood was carrying the King of heaven and earth.
One Friday morning, the third tree – a beam – was yank from the wood pile. And was startled when soldiers nailed a man’s hand to him.
He knew that God’s love changed everything. When people would look up they would think of God’s love. It was better than being the tallest tree.
So next time, when your dream does not come true, remember that God has got some better plan for you.