fall and winter have been a whirlwind. i feel like a tree in it's first season. i have shed all the old leaves. they changed colors, grew darker and darker then crumbled to the forest floor. my limbs left bare, brittle branches that await new growth. new leaves, new colors, new beginnings. the birth of each leaf symbolizes life and the promise that god's grace will continue to urge me on. he is with me in my seasons, he numbers my days.
turns out, this tree has roots now. what started as south for the winter will bleed into spring. where it goes from there, i do not know. all i know is that he is with me.
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