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The Leaves.

Writer's picture: Sam JohnSam John

Each one reflects you, Jesus.

It reflects your creativity.

Your brilliance.

Your gentleness.



Your faithfulness.

When I get scared. When I get frustrated. When I feel like everything is about to fall apart.

I look at the leaves.

These beautiful reminders of my Savior.



The one who found me in my brokenness. In my addiction. In my sorrow.

And said…

“There’s my son.”



August 29th, 2020.


The start.

The origin.

The beginning of a lonely, brutal, crushing 1252-day journey.

A journey closer to you, my Lord.



Closer to your creation.

To the people you created.

And in the midst of it all…


I stand. A conqueror. A witness. A servant.

And take a deep breath. Amongst the leaves.


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