My office faces the woods. There’s a tall-as-me pine tree in the foreground–in the middle of the bushes before the trees. In the winter he stands out–a dark green triangle amid the white and the brown–giving hope that the woods will be green again.

Now it’s spring. As the surrounding brown by weekly shades turns impenetrably green, he’ll slowly disappear (though ever-there).

We need rhythmic change. I’m glad the trees go through their cycles.

But we also need steady constancy. I’m thankful for the faithful evergreen.

We don’t always stand out. That’s okay.

Sometimes we stand alone. That’s okay too.