Islands full of trees in the middle of the flooded river always amaze me. The water comes up, and the water goes down, and the trees still stand up and wave to me on the bank. They must have really deep roots. Roots that reach their fingers way down and grab hold of rock. There are some baby trees out there, too. They look a little mangled after the water rises, but they survive with the help of the big guys around them.
Sometimes the flood waters rush right over you in this life. You're spitting water, and clinging with all your might to anything you can hold on to. Any minute it feels like you're going to be swept downstream. You're not alone. You look around thinking everybody else is "stronger than me". They aren't stronger, they have simply been where you are before. Dig in (to the Word), lean in (to others), and hang on (to the Rock). 
Matthew 7:24 “Everyone then who hears these words of mine and does them will be like a wise man who built his house on the rock. 25 And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock. 26 And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not do them will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand. 27 And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell, and great was the fall of it.”
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