I have always loved trees. Loved to climb them. Hide in and under them. I have ached for them. Mostly I stand in utter awe of them and marvel at their intricacies, subtle and bold.

Trees remind me that I must stay rooted in Christ to grow. If I allow my roots, who I am and what I believe to merely stretch across the surface, I will fall. I will be blown over by the harshness of this world. I will starve when times are difficult, when the season is dry. There would be no depth to my roots, no way to hold on, no means to weather the storm. So I must…

… I must stand firm, sinking all I am, my roots, my very soul deep into the solid foundation of Christ, digging into His word, praying for His wisdom, soaking in His blessings. It is then I will grow. It is then I will flourish. It is then He can use me, all of me. It is then I will not be swayed and toppled by the winds of this world. I will stand firm, rooted deep, in Him, I will stand.

They are peace. They are strength. The are beauty in motion, ever changing, always firmly in place. Roots in deep. Dig deep friends, stand firm.

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