In the woods in front of our home are two bent trees.
This first one is not bent quite as sharply as the one below.
This one is a perfect tree for our swing, but the bend is extreme. I observe it in amazement. How did it escape breaking when it was young and tender? Surely, the sustenance it drew from within is the only reason it survived...
I know several dear ones who suffered emotional and physical bending--nearly to the breaking point--when they were young and innocent. I see them today, strong, reaching out to those around them, filled with inner sustenance that spills over to bless those they meet.
I thank Abba they not only survived extreme bending in their childhood, but were able--with His help--to become adults who are tall, strong, stately souls used continually for His purposes.
I'm so thankful they chose to allow Him to heal them.
He can do that; did you know?
I pray so.