A reminder of how God works.
As I drove home from dropping the kids off, I noticed a large tree downed. Rising from the ground were giant roots going in all directions. But there, on top, were living branches blooming bright green leaves. As though it birthed a baby tree.
I thought, “There’s a story there.”
First, I focused on the downed tree. Grateful it hadn’t fallen in the opposite direction, as it would have taken a car out. Next, I noticed the trunk and branches. Old, withered, and brown, they had seen better days. Then, my eyes caught the lone branch proudly waving with its beautiful, lush leaves.
“Life. It starts again.”
I felt an odd connection or life lesson. As I enter the sixth year of raising my grandkids, I consider the days I felt crushed. Like the fallen tree, I often felt like my foundation was crumbling and the pressure would take me down. While I’ve pushed to the limit of complete brokenness through family addiction, from somewhere deep down came new life.
I suppose the force of the world could have devoured me. However, years ago, God began a work in me that will forever be untouched by evil. He planted a seed that grew over the years. The roots are now solid and embedded beyond the shallow reach of circumstance.
Call me an eternal Redwood. His roots are those of a Father whose love and care are immeasurable. He is the foundation that will not be compromised. Parts may wither, but once again, you will find a new shoot, ready and willing to live, grow, and thrive.
