Like the tree

 

Owe no one anything, except to love one another; for the one who loves another has fulfilled the law.

Romans 13:8

 

Middle age is when your age starts to show around your middle. 

 ~Bob Hope

 

We have a large maple tree in our front yard.  It was one of two in the neighborhood that has been here almost as long as I have.  I love that tree.  I love looking at her branches expectant with spring, the squirrels using the limbs in their race of courtship, the way they bend with the weight of snow, the way they toss with the wind.  

Toward the street side, there is a place where a gas line leak on the street affected the branches there.  It blighted her, and she has lost limbs that nearly crumbled in a light wind, falling on the ground below, thankfully not damaging anything or anyone.  Still she blooms.

Hurricane Sandy claimed many Entish lives along the yards here. Red Oak fell like Orcs in the great war, toppling every which way, pines where snapped like masts under the 90 mph plus winds.  Still she stands.

Thick around the middle, vines growing in strange places, lost limbs and still she blooms.

Lord, let me age as gracefully in your love, still standing no matter what.

Because of Him,

Linda

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NL5FI-HJf2M

Johnny Cash

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