low branch

On a drive through the country Sunday I spied a tree by a lake. But what really caught my eye was one large, low hanging branch. The branch grew from a fairly high point on the tree but swooped down as if it was trying to reach the lake water. I thought about our lives and how we are branches of the tree with roots that take their nourishment from the lake that is the Lord. And as we grow and put out branches, we seek to find that lake ourselves. We grow out of the main trunk, like the branch I saw, and swoop towards the source that feeds us.

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Psalm 1:³ They are like trees planted along the riverbank,
bearing fruit each season.
Their leaves never wither,
and they prosper in all they do.

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blessings,

Rob Smith