As I sit out back the home where I grew up, birds chirping, crickets squeaking, I look in awe at the glory of the tall trees. They seemingly reach up to the heavens. Tall, strong, deeply rooted. Reaching upward. Standing quietly, unwavering. They have weathered storms, lightening strikes and strong winds. And yet they stand…Tall. It gives me pause, who are the ‘tall trees” in my life? Who keeps me rooted? Who challenges me to stand tall, to be strong? Who reminds me to look up? When the rains come, and the winds roar, am I able to still stand tall? Even if I lose a few limbs and leaves here and there, do I still grow? Though short in stature, I am learning to be a tall tree. The tallest tree in my life is of course my father, Leander T. Taylor. I have looked up to him, literally and figuratively, for all of my life. He challenges me. He encourages me. He is teaching me to be a tall tree.
Who are the tall trees in your life?
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