Do you ever feel like a lone tree covered with a dusting of snow? Memories of the sun are buried deep in your roots but the only flowing sap seldom seems to rise to the surface. Yet still you stand. Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

It is seasons of winter that the depth of your roots becomes apparent. Maybe not to you but to those around you. In the battle of life, yes, it is a battle, it is not until after the spring or after the thaw, that those who've made it can look back with a little perspective. And the beauty of trees that last, and people that grow through those times, is the shade they provide. Rest. Comfort. Strength. "He will be like a tree firmly planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in it season and its leaf does not wither and in whatever he does he prospers." Psalm 1:3