I love old trees. I’m really not sure why. They have a way of causing me to stop and consider their faithfulness, the hundreds, if not thousands, of years they have endured, patiently, resolutely. They exist with their sculpted arms stretching against gravity, towards air and sky, moving at the winds prompting, calling on the earth around it to join in the silent dance.
God, give me the same resolve. Give me the same determination to offer myself, emotions, will, and body, in a concerted gift to my creator.
God, give me the same resolve. Give me the same determination to offer myself, emotions, will, and body, in a concerted gift to my creator.
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