As I watched the leaves fall from the birch trees this morning, I began to take notice of the stretching, reaching form of their limbs. Shedding their garments. Baring their nakedness.
Vulnerable.
Yet, rooted deeply here for years. Weathering many storms. Standing strong.
Naked.
I,too stand naked. Nothing to put on. Nothing to wrap myself up in. No covering. Or threads of pride, accomplishment, gift, talents, or ministry.
Vulnerable. And, yet, I am still standing strong. With roots that reach even deeper now.
...the benefit and vulnerability of being stripped naked of the things that defined me, becoming dependent on finding my identity in Christ.
from Emerging Grace
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