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Jean was a good woman. Jack had grown to love her in several ways. He had never met anyone like her. Heck He wasn't even like her. Right now she was understandably falling apart after learning her youngest child was suffering from stomach cancer at only 7 years old.

"Come outside with me a moment," Jack said, "I want to show you something"

Jean followed Him outside. She didn't question Him. She had no cause to question Him.

"Do you see this tree right over there," Jack asked motioning to a barren tree that was less then a foot long.

It was ugly and she admitted so adding, "Much like my life".

"Jean all you're seeing is the ugly in this tree. You're assuming that part of it has died and the other part of it is going to die. That is an easy conclusion to jump to while you're looking at the tree like this. You're missing something though.

"There is a part of that tree that cannot yet be seen. There is a part of that tree that has gone to sleep. The thing you need to know is that just because it is sleeping doesn't mean its dead. I'll take that a step further. The fact that they are unable to find this part of the tree doesn't mean it left."

"Are you telling me what I hope you're telling me," Jean asked Him hopefully.

"As far as the leaves of the trees go you can't see them right now because they are covered with the muck and mire but that does not mean that the leaves aren't going to grow again. I will tell you this much Jean. The "leaves" of that tree will not only live but they will grow up to be majestic. They will grow up to be strong and perfect leaves"

Jean shook her head.

"If you're talking about Gunny the doctor's already told me-"

"Doctors aren't GOD," Jack said firmly, "and I am telling you Gunny is not going to be a victim of this disease. He is going to be victorious over it"

"H-how can you be so sure," Jean asked weakly.

In response Jack just held out His hands. He would never answer a question directly. He often answered it with a question or a gesture… anything to make you think but Jean knew what He was saying. He had spoken volumes without even saying a word.

"Remember,' He told her, "From the Barren trees grow the sweetest fruit."

She nodded.

"W-what I said before," she said, "I was upset"

"I know"

"Can you forgive me," she asked, "For saying what I said"

"I can't forgive you," He said, "Because there's nothing to forgive… and you and your family are going to be just fine. I'm right here and I love you. I won't let you fall"