In the midst of a storm stands a tree and within that tree grows strength. If you are the tree and life is the storm, which way will you bend to meet its challenge?
Even the strongest of trees sways with the wind, yet still, remains firmly planted, but not if not for its taproot growing deep… deep, drawing up life.
From what do you gain life …truth? Or does death now grow within you; hardening you, breaking you, robbing you of sustenance, and then you’ll fall forever.