They are like trees planted along a riverbank, with roots that reach deep into the water. Such trees are not bothered by the heat or worried by long months of drought. Their leaves stay green, and they never stop producing fruit.
In ten minutes I can be there.
Sitting beside where the trees seem to grow right out of the water.
If trees could worry, these trees wouldn’t be worried about water.
They are staying close.
It’s their place.
I want to be close to God.
I want to listen for His guidance.
I want to be attentive to His love.
In my place.