Rooted

Have you ever considered how roots, buried deep within the earth, most never ever seeing the sun, nurture and hold upright a tree they likewise will never see? Their shapes, bark, and direction of reach totally opposite but both dependent and trusting upon the nurturing, strength, and faithfulness of the unseen roots. And should adversity damage the tree, the roots can transform into the trunk of the tree they have never seen.  Roots simply accept and answer the call to be what they are, never worrying to remove the topsoil to make sure the tree is growing.  They unfold and embrace their truth of being knowing the tree will likewise grow.


Sweet Hands of Life, the grace to have the trust and release in my spirit's heart akin to roots and trees.