That’s Life
We can’t control everything in our lives.
- Both good and bad happen.
- We celebrate, and we mourn.
- Everything can change in an instant.
That’s life.
This tree reminds me of life. All wrapped together, we see:
- Healthy limbs
- Dead limbs
- Missing limbs
- Injured limbs
- Other plants pulling life from it
The poor tree, a victim of many storms, looks terrible. Yet, it stands. It:
- Continues to grow
- Refuses to fall
- Still offers shade to everything and everyone under it
We can control parts of our lives.
Like this lovely old tree, we may have suffered much.
- We probably caused part of our pain.
- Others may have hurt us.
- Life storms often leave us scarred.
- We feel in over our heads.
That’s life.
In spite of our suffering, will we choose to stand? Will we:
- Stand tall
- Continue to grow
- Refuse to fall
- Still offer help to those around us
Will we pick up the pieces of our lives, give them to God, and keep going?
Life and death
Struggles and scars
Beauty and ugliness
All wrapped together
That’s life.
“[God] comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God” (2 Corinthians 1:4 NIV).
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