For a long time, I thought sumac was an ugly plant. Nothing about it impressed me. All it did was blend in with other weeds. But that was before I realized it was the source of the flaming reds and oranges I saw transforming the roadside in the fall.
Have you ever felt like sumac in summer? Nondescript. Unimpressive. Unimportant. Just filling space. I have.
The Enemy of our Soul wants us to think we’re no more important to our Maker’s plan than that common green sumac was to me.
But the truth is, God created each of us to play a part in His Kingdom. The time will come when He’ll invite us to come into our season.
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