The lime tree in my backyard is ugly.
I don’t mean that cruelly. It’s just an objective observation. It’s short, gangly, and determined to grow in every direction except the one I would prefer. If trees had personalities, this one would be the awkward kid in middle school who never quite figured out what to do with his arms.
And yet every year it produces an absurd amount of fruit. Not just a lot of fruit, but genuinely good fruit. The kind of fruit that actually gets used.
One of my favorite things to do is walk outside, pick a lime, cut it open, and squeeze it into a Diet Coke. It doesn’t matter which lime I grab. They’re all excellent. Every one of them is packed with juice and flavor. Which makes the whole thing even more annoying because if I were judging these trees by appearance alone, this one would finish dead last.
- Not the orange tree.
- Not the lemon tree.
- The lime tree… The ugly one.
- The one nobody would pick first.
I’ve found myself staring at it a lot lately. Not because I have some strange fascination with citrus trees, but because every time I walk past it, I feel like it’s trying to tell me something.
The problem is I don’t particularly like the lesson.
I’ve spent most of my life trying to become impressive. Not consciously, at least I don’t think so. But when I look back, I can see how much energy I’ve invested in being competent, respected, capable, and successful. I like doing things well. I like seeing results. I like feeling like progress is happening. I suspect most of us do.
Nobody wakes up in the morning hoping to be average. Nobody sets out thinking, “Today I’d like to be completely unnoticed.”
The older I get, the more I realize there’s a difference between the things I claim to value and the things that actually impress me.
- I say I care about faithfulness.
- I say I care about character.
- I say I care about becoming more like Jesus.
But if I’m not paying attention, I’ll still find myself admiring influence more than faithfulness, visibility more than character, and success more than fruit.
That’s why that stupid lime tree keeps bothering me.
Lately, I’ve found myself paying more attention to things that don’t look particularly impressive at all. Patience. Kindness. Faithfulness. Gentleness. Love. The kinds of things that rarely make headlines, never trend, and don’t show up on a résumé. Which is probably why they matter so much.
I’ve been preparing a sermon from 1 Thessalonians 4, where Paul says something that is either incredibly comforting or deeply inconvenient, depending on your perspective:
“It is God’s will that you should be sanctified.” 1 Thessalonians 4:3
I wish Paul had been a little more specific.
“It is God’s will that you get that promotion.”
“It is God’s will that your kids turn out great.”
“It is God’s will that everything goes according to plan.”
Instead, he talks about sanctification?
It’s one of those church words that sounds much more complicated than it actually is. At its core, it simply means that God is making us more like Jesus.
The trouble is that sanctification seems to happen at about the same pace as citrus trees grow.
Which is to say, annoyingly slow.
You can look at a tree every day and be convinced nothing is happening. Then one day you realize it isn’t the same tree you started with.
Maybe people are like that too.
Maybe that’s why Paul could write with such confidence:
“He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” Philippians 1:6
Maybe that’s why we’re often the worst judges of our own spiritual growth. We’re too close to it. We see every inconsistency, every failure, every unfinished corner of our character. We notice the fruit we don’t have rather than the growth that is already taking place. We focus on what still needs work while God may be seeing something entirely different.
One morning while I was watering those trees, I had a thought that genuinely stopped me in my tracks.
I’m not frustrated with any of them.
I don’t walk out into the backyard disappointed in the lemon tree because it hasn’t produced fruit yet. I don’t get irritated with the orange tree because its fruit is still maturing. And I certainly don’t criticize the lime tree for being awkward-looking.
I understand that growth takes time.
I understand that seasons are different.
I understand that roots matter even when I can’t see them.
Maybe that’s why Scripture so often describes God as patient:
“The Lord is compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in love.” Psalm 103:8, NIV
And then came the uncomfortable realization:
If I can be patient with a tree, why do I assume God is impatient with me?
For some reason, that’s harder to believe.
Maybe because I know myself too well.
I know where I’m inconsistent.
I know where I’m immature.
I know the things I thought I would’ve figured out by now.
I know the places where growth still feels painfully slow.
Yet somehow I assume God sees all of that and responds with frustration.
The lime tree has me wondering if that’s true.
Maybe the Gardener is more patient than I imagine. Maybe He understands exactly what season I’m in. Maybe He isn’t discouraged by the pace of growth. Maybe He knew from the beginning this wasn’t going to happen overnight.
That’s good news.
Because I suspect there are a lot of people walking around exhausted from trying to become impressive.
- Trying to become successful.
- Trying to become enough.
- Trying to become whatever they think everyone else already is.
Meanwhile, God may simply be inviting us to stay rooted. To abide. To remain connected to Him. To trust that fruit grows where life is present.
The funny thing is that nobody visits my backyard and comments on the shape of the lime tree.
They comment on the fruit.
Which, when I think about it, sounds a lot like Jesus.
“If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit…” John 15:5,
Maybe there’s a lesson in that.
Maybe a life filled with love, kindness, grace, patience, and faithfulness is far more beautiful than we realize. Maybe fruitfulness and visibility aren’t the same thing after all. Maybe the measure of a life isn’t how impressive it appears from a distance, but what it consistently produces over time.
The lime tree certainly seems to think so.
It will probably never be the prettiest tree in the yard. It doesn’t seem particularly concerned about that. It just keeps growing. Keeps producing. Keeps being what it was created to be.
The funny thing is that when people come to my house, nobody asks about the shape of the lime tree.
Nobody comments on how awkward it looks.
Nobody seems bothered by the fact that it grows in directions I never would’ve chosen.
- They care about the fruit.
- That’s all they care about.
- They want the lime.
They’re interested in what the tree produces, not how impressive it appears. And the more I think about it, the more I wonder if that’s true of us too.
Maybe one day nobody is going to care about how successful we looked.
- How important we seemed.
- How many people knew our names.
- How carefully we curated the image.
Maybe what will matter is whether there was any fruit.
- Whether we learned to love.
- Whether we became more like Jesus.
- Whether the Spirit actually changed us.
Because I’m starting to suspect the ugliest tree in my yard understands something that I often forget:
Fruitfulness and visibility are not the same thing.
And if that’s true, then some of us may need to rethink what success actually means.
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