Sooner than we think

I was looking out of the window watching the trees. It amazes me how beautiful  tall and “handsome” they are. I adore trees. If I stare at them too hard, I promise you I will break out and cry. I dont know why I let my mind go so deep sometimes.

The reason why I would cry is because, they know when the weather is turning. Here we are  walking around talking, drinking, partying, working, eating, sexing, doing what ever we want to do, and still they know what time it is. The dont talk, they dont go places, they just stand there and be beautiful. They have many visitors ( birds, bees, flies, squarrels,  bugs etc, but they still stand tall. They know what they are.

I love when the leaves  turn colors. Its like saying they are on their way to “bed” for the winter. And you know whats so funny? They know when to wake up.

When I say God is the bomb, you better hear me! Those trees know who our maker is, and they dont talk. But us…………………….. we still doing what we want to do.

The end is near yall, get some where on your knees, and ask the Lord, what am I suppose to be doing? What is my assignment Lord?

29He told them this parable: “Look at the fig tree

and all the trees. 30When they sprout leaves, you can see for yourselves and know that summer is near. 31Even so, when you see these things happening, you know that the kingdom of God is near.  Luke 21 (New International Version)

4 Replies to “Sooner than we think”

  1. Beautiful!!
    i love the changes of the seasons
    all the different beautiful scenes our Father blesses us with!

    great blog babe!
    G0D bless U!!

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