Sometimes, I can’t help but feel sorry for uprooted trees, even if they are simply waiting for a plant lover to put them in a more permanent place. Trees are wired to root deeply into things, and having such roots exposed and unattached seems like it would be a scary and raw thing.
I mean, if trees had feelings. Continue reading “A Story Of Uprooted Identity”
“Facts don’t care about your feelings.” Continue reading “Armed with Facts”
God is our refuge and strength,
an ever-present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam
and the mountains quake with their surging. Continue reading ““Therefore, We Will Not Fear””
