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The Storms of Change
Chapter 7
The Storms of Change
Excerpted from
"Oakie of the Oak Tree,
A Parable of an Acorn"
At the end of the day Oakie’s mother tree ceased her whispering. The day was well advanced toward evening. A warm, gentle breeze had began to rock the branch that Oakie was clinging to and Oakie was soothed by the words of his parent tree and soon fell asleep.
During the night the wind began to increase. Oakie was awakened by the sound of the wind moaning through the trees. On awakening, Oakie noticed that the wind was no longer warm but a decided chill had crept in and there were ice pellets in the gale also. With each gust of wind, Oakie felt a separation occurring between his twig and the branch he was attached to. Already he could hear great branches crashing to the ground as the trees where thrown together by the gale.
A Violent Separation
With the next great gust of wind, Oakie was ripped from his parent tree and blown to the ground. Fortunately there was a deep bed of leaves on the ground and his fall did not crack his outer shell. With a shock Oakie realized that it wasn’t just acorns and leaves on the ground around him, but the whole branch he had been clinging to was on the ground. His mother tree was being ripped apart by the vicious storm. It seemed the wind was laughing at the damage it was doing. There seemed to be no end to the howling and devastation it was doing. As the storm continued to rage, three inches of ice were piled on top of our little friend. It was several days before the nor’easter blew itself out to sea.

A gradual warming trend followed the nor’easter and Oakie was released from his bed of ice. Instead of comforting him, it seemed to awaken the old fears of being eaten by deer, birds and squirrels before he could grow to become a tree. Now that his mother tree had been so badly damaged it was even more important to him that he grow into a mighty oak, just as she had been.
The Sweet Voice of the Comforter
This time, however, instead of dwelling on his fears Oakie heard a still, small voice repeating the words of his parent tree. Oh, the comfort that these beautiful assurances brought to his small heart. Whatever life brought his way; Oakie knew that it would all work out for his good, just as his mother tree had told him. God had been so good to give him time to learn the wisdom of his mother, before she had been destroyed by the storm and wind. Over the winter, Oakie was moved several times by hungry squirrels, birds and raccoons. Each time the old fears surfaced and each time they were conquered with those gentle words of that still, small voice.
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