““At least there is hope for a tree: If it is cut down, it will sprout again, and its new shoots will not fail. Its roots may grow old in the ground and its stump die in the soil, yet at the scent of water it will bud and put forth shoots like a plant.” Job 14:7-9 NIV
Today I looked out, stopped. Took a pic. Love the winter SOMETIMES! Saw the flurries coming down and it looked magical. Even through the glass staring out at the bare trees, they spoke. Deep. So deep.
Skies the limit!
I love trees, its more than a logo for me;
Or a ministry. It’s something God created.
They grow together.
They are beautiful, expressive;
Maybe like sisters
Sometimes that can hurt;
One and another;
But mostly an expression of sincere love.
Something lasting. Wonderful.
Love that took time.
Love that has depth.
Deep, deep roots.
Because of the authenticity,
There is a reason they never look fake.
There is no pretend.
They could never know how not to be trees.
In every season they display its true nature.
They wilt up in summer.
Blossom in spring.
Change colors in autumn.
Only to prepare for the stripping that winter will cause. It can be brutal. It’s a season to pass through for trees.
But truth be told,
Even when the conditions change around the trees
It still has strong roots, so they go through each season again and again.
Whoever said the life of the trees would be easy.
That’s how I have to believe about sisterhood.
We’ll get through this season and the next.
And always be the most expressive, unique and strongest trees.
A sister forever ♥️
Sharing a simple poem.