Winning

My life has always been that of a Jericho Rose with the wind of challenge blowing me from here to there, to there from here, but my roots run deep in an everlasting water that never run dry. Seasons come and seasons go. Some last long and some last short. In season, I am fresh and vibrant. Out of season, I am dormant and lackluster, preparing for what is next. So when it looks like I’m losing, I’m winning!

The righteous will flourish like a palm tree Psalm 92:12