Nearly six weeks after our ice storm, I can still walk through my neighborhood and drive through my county and see evidence of the storm’s destruction. Broken trees line the roads and occupy the lawns and yards. They aren’t just missing a limb or two, they are pathetic, bowed, broken off in multiple places, and bare. Since every tree is affected, it’s almost eerie. The weight of the ice and the force of the wind were just too much for them to bear. Some of them were destroyed completely. Some, with time and nurturing, will eventually fill back out and be beautiful again. Last week as we were driving, I was looking out the window at the broken trees and began to think about how like the trees people are. Our community, nation and world are filled with people who are broken and damaged spiritually and emotionally under the weight of their sin and the oppressions and stresses of this life. They are hopeless without Jesus. He can make them into what they were meant to be, beautiful and full of life. Lord, here I am. Please give me a heart to serve and reach those who are "broken". Don't let me pass them by. Give me your eyes to see them.
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