Recently I noticed a tree twisted in a strange shape as it reached for the sun. A savage storm had tried to rip it from the ground. This tough tree had survived and was growing towards the sky again.
Savage storms were battering my soul that day. I felt I was being ripped from the ground. As I looked at this tree and remembered it's storm, I was struck with a remarkabvle kinship. This tree had overcome it's slant in life by an unexplained process in trees that allows them to change the length of some of their cells to help them once again grow toward the sky.
Suddenly, my storm seemed manageable. My storm did not stop, but the phenomenon of the twisted tree left an impression never to be forgotten.
If God has designed the tree with such an incredible built in recovery system, surely he is aware of my storms...and has provided ways for me to make the necessary corrections to once again reach for the sun-with confidence.
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