When Hans and I were on our honeymoon this summer in Greece, we came across a very old church in the middle of nowhere. It was being somewhat restored and beautiful icons and candles where still housed inside (along with a bag of human bones!) Outside, there was this magnificant olive tree. It was so old and you could see that it had been cut down, split, and sick throughout its life. Yet, it still lived and thrived-even continued to produce olives. I loved this tree. I see hope in this tree. I hope, like the tree, no matter what gets thrown at me, I continue to live and thrive and show my wounds and scars with such grace.
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