And peace pervades the darkness.Love overshadows all.
May your roots grow deep. Deep and solid. So that at the proper time your limbs have the base to expand their reach outward. Continually growing down and out with time. Stronger and wiser. May the fruit that you drop from your limbs be sweet. Sweet with experience, spiritual insight, grace, and love. May you feed the starving generations and shelter the weak and downtrodden under your branches. May you find rest in the solitary and strength in the Son.
You're here for a reason. You have been chosen for such a time as this. Are you living it?
From the overflow. Love overwhelms.
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