The wind sweeps the willow beyond what it can bear. Her silent screams are heard. She bends and twists hoping not to fall. The shallow roots are exposed. However, they are not uprooted. Though her trunk falters, she leans on another for support.

“My soul waits for the Lord More than the watchmen for the morning; Indeed, more than the watchmen for the morning.” Psalm 130:6

“So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.” 2 Corinthians 4:16-18