The forest pushes heavenward, reaching toward the sky with a desperation that makes my heart ache.  Life has been challenging here lately.  As much as I want to choose worship over worry, my worries have been consuming me. As I stand at the kitchen sink and stare at the forest outside, I consider the trees.  At times, it seems as if all of creation cries out for redemption—deliverance. I wash a menagerie of spoons, knives, and plastic children’s bowls as the morning light rises behind the tree line.  That’s when I notice a single beam of heaven’s light reaching down to touch the treetops. “Yes,” I whisper, “This.” This will…