Look! There goes a young woman in a field of green, dancing and leaping through lilac and nettle alike, she glides across this plateau of life. Observe her stride—her lion-like leap. Behold the speed of her step and the lift in her spring. See there! An orange flower dances deep in her soul, framed by an iris of breathtaking hue. A radiant smile beams from her face and the cool morning breath billows from her warm lungs—see her run! Notice her passionate gate; strong legs flung forth, one after another, in pulchritudinous splendor and glorious purpose. What is her quarry? There! Look! A flash of white light; a beautiful stag, every bit the size of his pursuer’s soul! He takes the hill in a stride and the mountain in two—a splash of shimmering silver across his evergreen path. He leads the woman in a sprint of goodness toward a place of purpose: her Tree of Given Life. The woman follows the stag to her Tree, rejuvenated with every step taken closer to its bark. She is d
Reclaim the place of priority that relationship is providentially intended to hold in your life.