Every morning I wake up (thank God!) and I look at the trees outside my window, they are my silent sentinels. I see them in the summer, lush and green; hiding birds and squirrels from view. In the winter their bones show. In all kinds of weather they sway to the slightest breeze. Always standing guard. Ready to receive the sunlight; standing tall. But, always they have their branches raised to God in glory. Standing in a position of praise and gratitude.

Perhaps, I can learn from them…