“What sort of wood do you want to be?” was the thought, the whisper, the pondering that came to me. “What? I wouldn’t want to be any sort of wood Lord. Wood is destroyed, used up, of value for a season or two, but then forgotten and only remembered in the ashes that are strewn after its sacrifice to our warmth.”
Granted, some choices are taken from us, we can not alter where we were planted or what opportunities have or have not come our way. But we do have many options before us regardless of the circumstances we are handed.
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth.” Psalm 46:10