Lord, You preserve my life. You rescue me when the enemy runs at me hard. You’re the Vine Lord — I know this. I believe this. And I have an understanding of what this means.
But my branch — my heart and mind — are gummed up with worries.
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Beneath the massive trees lay several broken, dead branches — victims of the storm from the day before. I stood and considered the carnage littering the ground. Did the branches grip the tree trunk defiantly when the storm winds blew? Did they fall away easily, fully complacent about their plight? Or were they caught of guard, oblivious to the approaching storm?
And even more important, did the beautiful evergreen sway in the rhythm of the wind, completely surrendered as the storm did its work to rid the tree of dead baggage that forbade new growth?
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