I run in the path of Your commands, for You have broadened my understanding.
Psalm 119:32
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I got back from Michigan this week, and no one warned me how CUTE Michigan’s trees are. (disclaimer: crappy cell photos taken through the windows of moving vehicles)
Like wtf. They’re all just perfect. Just fluffy green little dudes. Just... sitting. on the side of the road. Just chillin.
Literal Christmas trees.
fluffffy trees...
cotton candy trees...
THEY’RE SO CUTE.
Everyone’s always like “Michigan has beautiful forests,” and I was like “that sounds nice, I want to see.” But no one adequately explained the actual truth, which is CUTE TREES. CUTE. FLUFFY AND GREEN CUTE OMG
It’s just, we have all the exact same species of trees in Illinois! But ours are... well, they don’t look like Michigan trees. They’re still nice green little dudes but
Michigan trees look like they’re all friends with each other. Just hanging out on their day off, living their best life. So nice, so green, so perfect.
Illinois trees looked like they just got off a turbulent 16-hour flight at O’Hare and now they’re standing around baggage claim trying not to make eye contact.
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“Even before I can say it, it is no more.”—Sengai
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If the root is holy, so are the branches.
Romans 11:16
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