Stripping Away the Bark

I don’t know if I had ever seen a Sycamore tree before we moved to Arkansas. If I did I certainly didn’t notice them. However, the year after we moved here in the fall I started noticing the most beautiful stark white trees that I had ever seen. I didn’t know what they were only that they gleamed in the night and day. I became obsessed with these trees and started noticing them everywhere. It looked as if someone had peeled away the brown bark leaving only the beautiful stark white center pointing to the sky. God used those trees …