I tell my friend Joy about the trees back home in central Texas -- how they can only grow so tall because of the rocky soil beneath them. Living on a limestone shelf stunts their growth, I say.
It makes me think of the hard places in my heart that stunt my own growth, places where I don't yield out of self-protection or self-pity or self-indulgence.
But I want to grow tall, stretching to the heavens. I want to produce fruit and have a lovely canopy that invites rest and restoration, one whose roots grow deep into the fertile soil of Jesus.
I want to find my nourishment in Him, deeply in Him.
And as much as I want these things for myself, I want them more for my children. I've seen the times they have been the brunt of the rocky soil of my heart and I have seen them imitate what it's like to have a limestone shelf.
I want the grand redwood trees to stir our hunger for fertile soil, their image a reminder that we are a family that is deeply rooted in His love, that we serve a creative God who cares about details, who tracks the moments of our lives, and seeks to infuse us with His Living Water through our veins, spiritually and physically.
And so are you.
"So each generation should set its hope anew on God,
not forgetting His glorious miracles
and obeying His commands."
Psalm 78: 7, NLT
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