Friday

At least it's less than a week

It's funny how much I am a creature of habit. Take a routine away and I'm slow to recover. For someone as naturally un-organized as me, it can be annoying.

So, you folks in Flower Mound and Lewisville (In Texas) took a pretty good beating. Amazing. I'm glad no one (at least to my knowledge) was hurt. But there were lots of lights and signs and trees blown down. My brother Ian had to clean up all over. He has some great picks on his blog Fully Known and Fully Loved

But he had an even better quote:

"While I was chopping and sawing this morning, I did reflect on the fact that the two trees that were uprooted were lost because they didn't have deep roots. There's an analogy there, people, so whatever your roots are, make sure they're strong enough to keep you from blowing away when the real storms come, and make sure they're deep enough to get ripped out from under you. "

He's in really good company saying that. Jesus used a different analogy, but the same idea:

Matt 7:24"Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. 25The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. 26But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. 27The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash."

My roots are not just reading the Bible. The Lord tells me to "put them into practice". I actually need to do what He says. And that's just part of it. I'm not in this thing alone. I heard a sermon the other day reminding me that my faith/walk with Christ is personal, but it is not private. I am a part of a body and bodies are not private to themselves. My fingers touch my toes or scratch my back or slap a mosquito. I need some one to help me in this life. I am a work in progress. I need brothers and sisters to point out things I cannot (or do not want) to see.

Often trees are planted wrong. They then need ropes to keep them from falling over. But if you leave the ropes on for too long the tree does not send out deep roots to steady it in the soil. Sometimes the soil is bad or weak and the tree must send roots very, very deep to get a good hold. But even lone trees with deep roots are more vulnerable. Trees in a forest have their roots intertwined and brace one another when the storms blow in.

I'm often isolated here, but I am thankful for our church here and my transformation team with CAM. I need my fellow trees. And I need personal time with the Lord, talking to Him, studying His word so I will know what to do, letting Him point out where I am wrong and need to change and them submitting to and depending upon Him to change me, transform me. But just as vital, I need to share that process with others. With by fellow trees. We weather the storms a heck of a lot better together.

2 comments:

mutating missionary said...

amen and amen!

mutating missionary said...

ps... the two sisters have never taught an English class. I'm a reading writing specialist/writer and she is a poet. We love words. But more importantly we love 'THE WORD'. I miss her. maybe one day God will let me publish some of my ramblings and I pray he allows her to as well.