When we first moved into the neighborhood, this apple tree stood regal. It's branches reached out in symmetrical unison; seemingly to the sky.
On many early morning runs, I'd find the ponies from across the street had broke through their fencing and stood munching on the tree's fallen apples.
Winter storms have stolen many of it's branches. It no longer stands as magnificent as in years past. Critters have made holes in it's trunk and call it home.
And yet today as I ran by, it's solitary branch was loaded with apples.
After all the broken, after all the losses, the tree still does what God created it to do.
Be encouraged.
