In the Land of Giants


I grew up in a wonderful land that was inhabited by giants, many of whom were hundreds of years old; a land of six rivers that flowed into the ocean along a wild and rugged coastline; a land of giant ferns and colorful azaleas and wild blackberries. How I loved it there and how I hated to leave when, the day after I finished my junior year of high school, we had to move away from the cool, lush giant redwood forests of Northern California to the hot, dry deserts of Southern California.  Even now, more than forty years later, that land still calls to me and I can think of few things I’d rather do than wander through the redwoods in the quiet stillness of a misty fog and soak up the beauty and majesty of God’s creation.

One of the trees along the famous Avenue of the Giants is the ancient Immortal Tree.  Over 950 years old and big enough to build several homes, it has survived lightning strikes, fire, a logger’s axe and a horrible flood—and all of this in just the last 100 years.  On this occasion, rather that just stopping in front, snapping a few pictures, and buying out the gift store I wandered down a path that led around to the back of the tree and stood in awe as I gazed at a living illustration of one of my favorite scriptures, Psalm 1:1-3.  Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor stands in the path of sinners, nor sits in the seat of the scornful; but his delight is in the law of the Lord, and in His law he meditates day and night.  He shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that brings forth its fruit in its season, whose leaf also shall not wither; and whatever he does shall prosper.

Lord, may I be like that Immortal Tree.  May I be forever planted beside your river of living water; standing in faith against the trials of life, bringing forth the fruit of your Spirit in my life and enjoying the bounty of blessings that you have laid up for me.

One thought on “In the Land of Giants

  1. I couldn’t have said it better, and I miss it too. It was so great to grow up there only 20 miles from you on that little Peninsula that I still think of as a Wonderland.
    Things have changed in that little mill town I hear.
    The lumber mill no longer is the bustling hub of activity. And the ferry no longer takes passengers and workers across the bay to Eureka, because the bridge is now there.
    I miss the good old days when us cousins used to wander around in the sand dunes, climb eucalyptus trees, sneak to the Ocean, and never worry about trouble befalling us.
    Mom used to let us go play after we did chores and just say, “Come back by lunch, or be home by dinner…”
    Nowadays I can’t think if a parent that would feel comfortable letting her children roam free without worrying for their safety.
    But there are things that havent changed.
    The Ocean is still the same and its majestic waves are still giving water ovations to the sculptured beauty of incredible driftwood creations which it deposits on it shores.
    This I draw great joy and comfort from, for it illustrates perfectly that though things change, houses fade and are no more…yet God is the same, yesterday, today and forever.
    His love is like that mighty North coast Pacific Ocean. Unending, constant, unbridled and free.
    So thank you Barbara, for reminding me of the beauty of our childhood home, and for sharing your thoughts with the World. Love, Your cousin, Crystal Kain Ross

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