This is the evidence of the changing seasons. Even the weather indiscriminately changes its mind.
I find this truth preaching from the tree tops.
We are like trees- firmly planted
Arms reaching up, Up, UP
Roots deeply planted in
We cannot be moved.
The hope in this?
There is no season that can destroy the hidden strength of the tree. Even when stripped bare, the glory of the tree and its branches reaches upwards. It leans into the heavens. It stretches above to hope.
So it is with us.
We are not shaken to death. We are pressed but not crushed, persecuted but not abandoned, struck down but not destroyed (2 Corinthians 4:8-12). We are strengthened as we weather every storm.
May your heart always reach upward to the Creator.
He will meet your embrace.
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