[This is part of a series of posts we are doing as personal blog posts to feed your souls. Check out the rest of them here.]
I love to see my trees grow. Finding fresh growth of limbs and leaves is inspiring. Inspecting the distance grown, while usually just inches, excites. When I see these humble advancements, a simple gratitude is born. I wonder, when did this fresh growth happen?
How could I have missed it? Then I remember, for a tree, growth never stops. It’s always happening, slowly, surely, even as I hold a limb in my hand — it’s growing.