"I am like a green olive tree in the house of God."
Those around me are trees, also, bearing fruit in season.
I became accustomed to enjoying the sweet fruit of one close to me. The tree, now mature, is bearing fruit that only others can enjoy. I feel angry and hurt that the fruit which I had come to love and depend upon is no longer there for me .
Perhaps the fruit will be borne again for me one day, or perhaps the fruit is meant now for another. Give me strength, Lord. Make me The Giving Tree....
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