On my drive home the last few days, I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off of the bright red trees that line the road. They are so assured in their color, so confident, even though surely they know that soon they’ll lose all of their beautiful, rich color and stand still and silent and bare over the winter months. They remain the same during the changing seasons, though, standing tall and sure, whether they are full and green and sunshine-filled during the summer, bright and attention-grabbing during the autumn, stark and simple during the winter, or beginning to grow buds of hope during the spring.
So I hope to be in my faith.
Like a tree with its roots planted firmly in the ground, I seek to remain firmly rooted in Him and firmly rooted in my faith.
But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord,
whose confidence is in him.
They will be like a tree planted by the water
that sends out its roots by the stream.
It does not fear when heat comes;
its leaves are always green.
It has no worries in a year of drought
and never fails to bear fruit.