This summer (2011) has been a record breaking summer. We
had record breaking heat and no rain. Not only did I feel wilted so did
the grass, plants and trees in our yard. They were parched and needed a
drink. I have felt like that many times.
I needed a drink and I wanted it right
then.
The tree in my front yard
was so parched that it roots spread across the yard. It was looking for
moisture of any kind. As the summer progressed so did the roots.
They spread out in all directions. That tree needed water and it
needed it fast. It was looking for water to sustain its life.
We did finally receive the
rain. It was a nice, slow two day rain and I think I heard that tree sigh
in relief. Those long, stretched out roots are still there. They are the
evidence of a long hot summer and the tree's search for water.
I remember a time in my
life when I was searching. I spread my roots looking for life sustaining
water. I was looking for something that would last. I was looking for
something to water my soul. I was
looking for something that would keep my parched lips wet. I found my
drink when my roots spread to the cross.
My roots are still
stretched to Jesus. Where are your
roots?
John 7:37-38
New International Version
37 On the last and
greatest day of the festival, Jesus stood and said in a loud voice, “Let
anyone who is thirsty come to me and drink. 38 Whoever believes
in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within
them.”[a]
I have a poem I am going to message you that goes RIGHT ALONG with this!!!!!!!! --W
ReplyDelete“The Grass”
ReplyDeleteThe path in our yard
Is all gone now.
But you can still see it
If you try hard enough.
It ran in a circle
All the way around.
Worn by bicycles, or by feet
But it was always there.
The people in your life
Are all gone now.
But you can still hear them
If you try hard enough.
They too ran in their circle
All the way around.
Wrapping their love around you
And they were always there.
But not anymore.
I walk around my yard
And see new branches crossing the path.
But they are foreign to me
And I do not know their roots.
They live their life
All the way to the end.
Growing and reaching out…
For something.
The paths in your life
Are all there now.
And you can still walk them
If you choose to.
You will find friends that cross them
That you do not know.
You will find things that wear them
That you do not like.
But not forever.
The path in our yard
Is all gone now.
But you can still see it
If you try hard enough.
It ran in a circle
All the way around.
Worn by bicycles, or by feet
But it was always there.
But not forever, but not anymore.
Because the grass in our yard
Is all there now.
And you can’t get rid of it
Even if you try.
It runs to every corner
All the way around.
Growing and reaching out…
For life.