What I’m about to write is super cheesy, but also, I think, super beautiful. I learned today that I am a tree. (It’s a metaphor). I am a tree and this is winter, and my leaves which seemed so good (and are!) have all been stripped away. Winter is miserable. It’s cold and gray, and these naked, skeletal trees such as myself only serve to point out exactly how depressing are the months when our earth is tilted away from the sun. But all through the winter, something is happening to the trees. Something is happening inside, where you can’t see it, beneath the bark. Things are changing. Life is happening. And in all due time the seasons will change. Spring will arrive (it always does) and that life will burst forth. God is faithful!
Edit: Dang it! Someone had to go and correct my knowledge of tree types, hence the title change. I liked Girl Coniferous better, but what can I say? I am a leaf-loser.