Oh, the things we'll hear! (if we only listen)

"my roots spread out to the waters with the dew all night on my branches, my glory fresh with me, and my bow ever new in my hand. Men listened to me and waited and kept silence for my counsel. After I spoke they did not speak again, and my word dropped upon them. They waited for me as for the rain. And, they opened their mouths for me as for the spring rain. I smiled on them when they had no confidence and the light if my face they did not cast down. I chose their way and sat as chief and lived like a king among his troops, like the one who comforts mourners." (Job 29: 19-25)

"my roots spread out to the waters.."

I imagine the Tree of Life--and not merely the tree, but it's ever pervading roots. Roots that extend, extend, sending ripples of effect to the earth around. They reach, reach to the furthest waters, thirsty. And while they reach, they cannot help but disrupt, causing pathways to crack; the very dirt to tremble.
And where there is water, there is a reflection. The mighty tree is mirrored.

"men listed to me and waited and kept silence for my counsel"

Do I keep silent for his counsel? I try, but not often do I succeed. I am far too distracted by the airplane that passes, the child crying in the distance. The butterfly. But, all of this is HIM--His amazing creation. Even the plane that flies--only because the bird flew could we ever even conceive of something so clever.
Because He is, we are. Because He speaks, we must listen.

"I smiled on them when they had no confidence."

There will be a day soon, I swear, when I cry at those words. I will be so overtaken by the lack of value I assign myself, that I will soften at the thought of his face, smiling down on me, as though his confidence in his creation is easily able to surmount any deficiencies we encounter. Because, his confidence in me does do that; it is that strong.

"I lived like a king among his troops."

This is the king we serve. Not one, who with a loud voice and the sweep of his hand sends out an army destined for arduous battles with the evil one; destined for countless days of defeat. No! he says, "we must fight." We. And he is out fighting with us, equipping us with sword, shield, and abundant amounts of love, hope, and faith.
He is humble, good, just, and it is truly for his end; his glory, that we fight.