Across the road from my house, a copse of trees lines the hillside sloping toward the skyline.
One day, a windstorm came whirling through.
As I watched from my window, in horrified facination, the wind seemed to target the trees in the center of the growth, snapping off branches and flinging them to the ground like dismembered arms and legs.
All other trees, from the sturdy little pines to the tallest water maples, were left unscathed.
Yet, in their midst, some that had also been statuesque, leaf covered beauties, now stood stripped of everything but their bare trunks.
We can't know why some fall victim to adversity while others seem to spend much of their lives untouched.
Often the winds of life seem to blow in cruel, random ways.
It does us no good to think of ourselves as victims.
No matter what befalls us, we must keep reaching for the heavens and securing our roots deeply into the earth to which we were born.
We are, after all,
alive every day of our life!
Blessings, Sandra
Across the road from my house, a copse of trees lines the hillside sloping toward the skyline.
One day, a windstorm came whirling through.
As I watched from my window, in horrified facination, the wind seemed to target the trees in the center of the growth, snapping off branches and flinging them to the ground like dismembered arms and legs.
All other trees, from the sturdy little pines to the tallest water maples, were left unscathed.
Yet, in their midst, some that had also been statuesque, leaf covered beauties, now stood stripped of everything but their bare trunks.
We can't know why some fall victim to adversity while others seem to spend much of their lives untouched.
Often the winds of life seem to blow in cruel, random ways.
It does us no good to think of ourselves as victims.
No matter what befalls us, we must keep reaching for the heavens and securing our roots deeply into the earth to which we were born.
We are, after all, alive every day of our life!
Blessings, Sandra
