I wrote this 20 Feb 2003 for a daily devotional.
Sammy was a cell living in a tree. He was not one of those "Out on the edge" kind of cells. No he was a nice and comfortable in the middle kind of cell. However, poor old Sammy didn't feel right. he couldn't put his finger on it (or whatever cells have for fingers!) but ever since he had been divided, he felt that things were moving in the wrong direction.
Sure all the other cells were growing and dividing in the same direction, but he wasn't comfortable with it. He thought it was probably him and tried to fit in, but he couldn't. He tried to persuade all the cells around him to change direction, but that just brought more rejection. Sammy could not help it, he just grew and divided against the grain. "Not another splinter group" the other cells complained. The friction that Sammy was causing was becoming a bit of a knotty problem.
Eventually, Sammy's growth actually broke through the surface and took on a whole new direction. He had started to branch out on his own. After many years people came to that tree to pick its fruit. But they never picked fruit from the trunk they picked it from Sammy's and all the other branches. I wonder if Sammy ever appreciated what he started?
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Great story. How many times we want to be something else than what we were meant to be! Maybe patience is the best remedy.
Timely little devotional in my corner of the world, actually. Thanks for sharing it.
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