Roots.

Roots.

This blog post began, I suppose, with a beautiful moment that I shared with God at our church on Sunday morning. During our time of sung worship, I found myself kneeling on the floor with God for a little while, opening my heart to Him around some of the things that I had been thinking about and feeling that morning – and then, as that moment of intensity passed, I ended up sat cross-legged on the floor, my Bible and journal open in front of me, enjoying just being in the moment with my Friend.

I looked up and found myself face to face with a one-year-old BFF of mine – Gabe had seen me sitting on the floor, and come over to hang out. He looked at me, looked down at the pen and notebook that I had in front of me, turned around, sat himself down on my lap and proceeded to take my pen from me and start to draw in my notebook. We sat this way for ten minutes, Gabe scribbling away happily in my lap while I sang songs of praise and comfort to my God.

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God is so good, and that little moment spoke to my heart in so many ways. Firstly, some of my most important moments with God, when He has shown me just how much I am loved and how much I have a place in His house have involved children. Nothing says “I love you” more than a small friend who smile when they see you.

But that moment also stitched together a few things that God had already been doing in my heart that morning. I’d started the day in the book of Colossians, reading about roots:

“And now, just as you accepted Christ Jesus as your Lord, you must continue to follow Him. Let your roots grow down into Him, and let your lives be built on Him. Then your faith will grow strong in the truth you were taught, and you will overflow with thankfulness”

Father, I sat there thinking; what does it look like for me to be overflowing with thankfulness – when I’m tired? When I’m waiting? When I’m weary? When sometimes, it feels like I’m only just managing to keep my head above the water?

His answer, of course, was so gentle. He showed me an image of a great, giant oak tree – it doesn’t matter how old it gets, or how much the winds and the storms batter the branches, because the roots go further down than you would ever know, and it stands tall and strong.

The word translated as rooted here is rhizoo: to cause to take root; to plant, to fix, to firmly established, to become stable.

If I continue to live my life rooted in Him, I cause every little bit of me to take root in Him and not let go. It was the prayer that I sang over myself – that in moments of this, my roots would go deeper and deeper into Him – that every little bit of me would cling onto Him with all that I’ve got, and not let go. And then, as I sat there on the floor of our church with Gabe on my lap on that Sunday morning, this became my prayer for him too: may this place, this family, these moments that we are in, cause his roots to dive down so deep into God that he grows tall and strong, and that every little bit of him loves every little bit of the God who created him.

And so, this is what it looks like for my life to truly be overflowing with His life, and with my thankfulness: when I’m tired, when I’m waiting, when I’m ill and burnt out, my roots are so deep in Him that I will not be shaken – no matter how old I get; no matter how battered my branches get by the storms that are going on around me. My roots are so deep in Him that I have constant access to His living water, and I always get to bask in His light.

May you, friend, know what it is to be rooted in the love of God. It’s a love that began with a Father choosing us and giving up everything to save us; He made the greatest sacrifice the world will ever know because He wanted to show us just how much He loved us, and now we can love because He loved us. Jesus sums this up so beautifully: “A new command I give you,” he said; “love one another. As I have loved you, so you must you love each other”.

Rooted and grounded in love.

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