It does seem strange to me that the flower of the field and the tree in the wood continues to bloom or grow in spite of disease, pestilence, or war. A continual blooming before the snow or a bowing to the wind.
How wise are the tender shoots of grass to forge there way forward, ever reaching up for a heavenly smile.
How is it that nature always responds to the call of God, in perfect obedience, while I continue to question His directives and intentions for me.
Who do you think has the greater love? Me or the tree?
c0pyright 10/24/2024
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