For months I've driven past this tree and admired the way it paints the landscape with life. As the seasons shift and change, it stands and weathers each transitional wind because the source of its life is rooted beneath what meets my inquisitive eye.
"Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you unless you abide in Me. I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in Me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from Me you can do nothing."