This is today’s #blogganuary prompt.
If I were a tree, I would be one of those Purple flower trees that seem to grow out of the cement. I wouldn’t look strong, but I would have firmly planted roots, just as my roots are planted in my relationship with Christ.
My falling petals would be the part of me that tells my story. It would be told softly and often because I want people who saw me to know what God has done for me.
