Broken Branches

I came across a tree today. It fell and crossed the fence and broke a big branch off another tree.

I feel that. Sometimes something big crosses all your boundaries and breaks you. Something beyond your control and understanding. It hurts. It leaves a wound.

The big tree died, while the broken branch has not hindered the growth and resilience of the other tree. It still stands, tall, strong, and maintains its part in the boundary markers.

So today I am thankful that I can view the damage from a different perspective. What was meant to take me out, I now have under me, it has no power or authority and is now just a dead stump.