In my heart there is a small vine that has been growing for years. It’s green and has leaves, it has deep roots and lives strong by the seasons and the the sun.

Daily the sun comes out to meet this vine and gives it all that it needs. The soil that is around this vine has been hand tilled by that master of the garden and is full of nourishment and life.

Over time this vine has been taught all that is right and it has held truth as a constant that it has keep in it’s presence. Although over time this vine has moved and been uprooted only to grow strong with each move. But over time this vine has slowly stopped unpacking is truthes, keeping them in a box waiting for the next move.

Because this vine didn’t uppack it’s truthes it forgot some of the truthes and srltarted to lean in things that were not solid, things that were not nourishing. Over time the vine leaned to become dependent on things that were not dependable not realizing that the only thing worth clinging to were the hands of the master of the garden. The one who planted it and gave it soil, light and water.