kingdom parable

Sitting in the Chinese garden I saw a single leaf, attached to the branch of the tree by nothing more than a single stringe of a spiderweb, almost invisible, but tight, gently moved by the wind.

God spoke to me through this picture about my connection to him: almost invisible, seemingly not strong enough to hold me, but untearable. Not allowing me to be carried away by the wind of daily troubles, but enabling me to dance in it.