Stretching limbs
Toward Heaven;
A cloudless summer sky
River clear and sparkling,
Ribbon of song
Storm clouds threaten,
The laughing river
Swells
A raging torrent;
The song now an angry roar
In the midst of this
The tree stands firm
Roots deep beneath the floodplain
Unmoved
Stretching Heavenward
Only kissed by rain.Are you the tree, firmly rooted, unswayed by the storm? When flood waters rise do you turn your face to heaven, let your tears mingle with the rain but still stand your ground? Or are you swept away by the raging water?
I admit when storm clouds gather my heart quails a little, when the river starts to rise I feel my knees buckle at the force of the rushing water. Not so very long ago I would have been caught in a panic in the storm, frantically throwing out lifelines, trying to secure myself to the shore. But every storm I have weathered has sent my roots deeper into the bedrock of Christ, and I am not so easily shaken.
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