In spring, summer and fall, I pay more attention to the leaves or the shade, then I do the tree. But now, having all else stripped away, I admire these steadfast trees. The lack of leaves does not concern them, they do not scramble to hide their nakedness. Rather, they stand as boldly as before with peace, assurance and confidence.
Would that I could do the same, stand firm in the midst of being stripped. My comforts are gone, have been disappearing like autumn leaves for quite some time. I see hope, but her coming is a far off. May I like the trees I so admire find grace, strength, peace, assurance and most of all trust in this inner winter.
I join with Emily and the rest today,