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A couple of weeks ago, my very poetic husband shared this insight:
Like that apple tree, I try to grow a little new wood each year.
Actually, my husband would not consider himself poetic at all. However, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was; it’s his quote).
Sometimes, I get lost in the everyday. Sometimes I feel like I’m not progressing enough in my faith. I always think I could be doing more, learning more, being more…. This kind of thinking always leaves me in what Beth Moore-like pit. I start feeling defeated.
Then I remember: even the son of God grew in wisdom and in stature. Sometimes, things just take time. As much as I would like to see huge gains in my spiritual understanding, I should really be grateful that apple trees like me grow slowly. After all, the most important thing is to make sure I’m growing a little new wood each year.
Spiritually speaking, do you think that “slow and steady wins the race?” Why or why not?
