There is an old Rosebush that grows on an old fence that surrounds our garden. It produces the prettiest red wild roses. It needs pruning to keep from overtaking the fence. We have not done so this year and it got pretty big. My son mows our yard and it kept getting in the way of his mowing, and the little branches seemed to grab him as he went by. Seth does a great job mowing, but neither he nor we for that matter know much about pruning. He asked if he could cut it back some, we said of course. It did not look too bad, but several days later I stood looking at a brown mess. My heart sank and thought for sure we lost the bush. No so! I looked at it yesterday and saw that it was again green, and it had several blooms on the branches.
As I stood looking at it I was reminded that it recovered quickly because its root system was strong and deep. Even with the lack of rain we have had it still flourished. Not only did it recover, it blossomed. I thought about my own root system. How deep do my roots grow?? What or who are they planted in??
“Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord for he will be like a tree planted by the water, that extends its roots by a stream and will not fear when the heat comes; and it will not be anxious in a year of drought, nor cease to yield fruit.” (Jeremiah 17: 7-8)
God says that if my roots are planted deep in him, that even when the trials and storms come I will stand. Though I may not like the trials and storms I do not have to fear them, and I do not have to be anxious in a year of drought.
It comes back to my trust level again.
How much do I really trust the God who loves me and desires to offer his best to me even when his best looks mighty strange to me?
Blessings and hugs!