I want to be an Oak Tree.
Oak trees stand tall. Oak trees and strong. Oak trees are firm. They go through seasons.
I want to be an Oak Tree.
I want my God to plant me firmly in the ground, with roots sunk deep in scripture work and prayer and worship and service.
I want my life–all of it–its disappointments, its sufferings, its joys–all of it–I want my life to be for the display of His splendor. A showing of His glory.
I want my God to be able to look at my life–no, to look at ME–and say, “This is my child. She is an oak tree.”
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