Every year the mimosa trees bloom.
Like clockwork their pinkish puffs shoot from their fern-like leaves.
I trust they will pop with color every August.
If I can trust a tree to bloom year after year,
I can certainly trust God.
He's bigger than anything that goes on in our world.
And He shows up every day.
For that I am thankful.
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