Five Minute Friday was "tree" I was excited, and a little hesitant - as I usually am when I think about writing with no edits. But, here goes...
This word which conjures such images and has deep roots for me. Going back to college when I was working on an art piece and challenged by my professor to think about it a little differently. A tree is rooted at the center of my faith. A tree bridges my way from darkness to light.
Every tree I see, whatever form it might take, brings this to mind
A tree with its branches stretched to the sky offering shade to those beneath or a home to those above.
A telephone pole that carries lines of power, electric, heat, conversation, words of hope, encouragement
A fence that draws a boundary between where things should be...
A tree that held my Savior who held my sin so that I could have hope, welcome, power, a place to call home, a reason to worship and raise hands, and I know the place where I should be.
So many things just from seeing a word - Tree
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