I am holding you. We are holding you. You are not alone.

May the Lord bless you and keep you. May God’s face shine upon you and be gracious to you. The Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace.

All will be well. All manner of things will be well. It might not seem like it, but I know deep down, it’s true. Know that I am holding you in prayer, keeping faith that you will feel this truth too.

I am praying for you each and every day. Praying that God will give you strength, peace and comfort. You are dearly loved.

I know it’s been a tough year and I’m not sure how you got through it. Your strength amazes me. As this little tree grows, weathering the storms that come, I hope it reminds you of your own strength and the storms you battled - and won.

If this little tree can grow from a tiny seed into a towering tree, just think about what you can do!

It may not always seem like it, but our foundation is firm and unyielding. The storms come and while they shake us, we do not fall, for our roots run deep, fastening us to solid ground. Your roots are strong. We know you will make it through this storm.