As we sauntered from one home to another hut, aunt kept emphasizing her point, ‘Remember your roots. Remember where you come from. It’s so important’.
My roots. If I were a tree, I won’t survive without my roots. I won’t stand, be fed, watered, or be complete without my roots. I am not a tree without my root. I won’t bear fruits, be a shade, hold the birds or live to my fullness without my roots…
What’s a tree without its roots?
It got me thinking about ‘the roots’ that has blessed me, even till today. These roots feed me, water me and keep me standing strong, even in the face of heavy wind storm.
I am nothing without the roots in my life.
- God- He is the best root of all.
How do I stand without God? How can I be who I am without Jehovah, my maker?
He is the greatest farmer ever. My heart is His land; His word, my fruits. There are chapters in my life that is scorched with bitterness, and my heart becomes hard, but the greatest farmer tills and tills, till I become soft again….
Because only then, can His beauty be planted in my heart, making a mark of ownership, as love grows forth.
He is the greatest root ever. He corrects us, teaches us and helps us.
For me, despite what the hard days says, love in my heart, taking up space and growing roots, that is the greatest miracle of all.
I’m grateful for God. With Him, fruits are produced and my foliage does not wither.
- Family& Friends
I love my family. I love my friends. My tribe. We are not a hundred percent picture perfect. My God, I hate moments when we hurt each other, but Love….I’m grateful when Love walks in and resurrects us again.
We cheer each other, we pray with each other, we cry with each other, we pamper each other; we speak truth in love with each other, even when it’s hard to hear.
My family/ friends are like no other. I’m grateful for my little community.
They are my roots too. When I need a reminder to look up, their voices are the loudest. When I need a lesson in humility, their hands are quick to tell my raised shoulders, ‘relax’.
The roots hold the tree down.
Grateful for the people God placed in my life to hold me down too.
- Great Cloud of witnesses
One of my favorite Bible verses is this, ‘Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us’- Hebrews 12:1
In my mind, I have this picture of a great tribe of faithful men and women of old who’s lived out this life…gone through its highs and lows…and remained faithful to God and to their core. If they did it, I can do the same, through Christ who gives me strength. I have this picture of them cheering me and encouraging me…
…..and somehow, this happy ‘tree’ is secured in her journey.
Who are you grateful for? Who has kept you grounded? What roots have held through the storms and helped you stand tall and strong?
Remember, your roots.
Thanks for reading,