The trees know winter is coming, and they’re preparing for it from the inside out.
I’m not quite sure how to process this knowledge that the trees have, but it feels important, kind of enormous. The trees flourish even (mostly?) in their dying. God has built Truth and theology into the leaves, and I want to sit at their roots and learn from them…
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Maybe in the middle of my own everyday mess, mixed right into the frustration and feelings of being dried up and struggling to keep above water, He’s preparing me for something. Maybe He wants me to choose to take hold, to dig deeper, to look beyond the mess and frustration.
I’m tired of fighting back. I want to yield to Living color, the kind that only comes when dying to self came first.
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