And so, it is with us.Can we truly live if we are cut off from the vine?If we are separated from God, where do we go to get life?Where do we go to stay alive?To have breath and to live in the splendor and truth of how we’ve been created?
The blooms on the branch looked radiant while attached to the tree.The collective display was grand, a picture of its purpose. It reflected beauty, grace and God’s glory in nature.
Then I looked at the wilted branch I had collected and the flowers on it. They were dead.
In Luke 24:1-7, we read about the women who went to Jesus’ tomb and when they arrived, found the tomb empty.
…very early on Sunday morning the women went to the tomb, taking the spices they had prep…