Jacaranda trees.
In our backyard at home in Utah, I can imagine all the leaves on the trees starting to change color. My favorite is our burning bush. Its bright red leaves pop against the deep evergreen color of the large pine trees behind it. I love fall. Here in Zimbabwe it is not fall. It is summer. When I let my heart and mind turn back to home, it’s hard to imagine sweater weather or putting bright orange pumpkins on my porch. Here where my feet are I am sorting through my closet, looking for linen and clothes that breathe. The summer season in Zim is beautiful. Before our mission I had never seen a Jacaranda tree. I have read they grow on the California coast, but I don’t remember ever seeing one. Here they grow in abundance. They line the streets and provide purple shade for the markets and people resting underneath them. They are breathtaking. One afternoon as I was driving alone, marveling at these beautiful trees God created, I remembered a verse from Moses, chapter 6 in The Pearl of Grea
