Once in a while, we encounter the remains of a colossal tree on the trail. Sometimes we find an immense trunk laying on the ground rather than stretched to the sky. Usually, though, it’s a remnant of a root system tipped into the air that gets our attention.
We always stop when we see a tangled mass that once anchored a tree.
They’re beautiful, but not in the traditional way.
They’re gnarled and convoluted, but they’re strong.
They’re huge so they can hold a tree fast in the face of intense mountain weather.
They make me consider the condition of my own roots.
So here’s the question for me and for you today: What anchors you against the intense weather of life? Is it holding?