My roots feel unsecured. My branches droop. Rain, soggy rain, snow, wind, drought, storm. I feel battered. Storm, so often storm.
You remain secure, solid, unchanged by the elements that You surround me with. You are my Refuge. My Shelter. Undertake, raise my droopy branches, that my worship and praise be sure and sweet. Help me stand.
Ah yes. All of that plus roots that seek the River, as Amy C wrote.
ReplyDeleteAm also reminded of something taught years ago about spiritual growth. We want fast growth but that doesn't produce rooted-ness. The question was then put "what do you wish to be a squash or an oak". For me, and so often I forget, I long to be an "oak of righteousness, the planting of the Lord."
Thanks for this today.
yes Lord Help Julia Stand and me too!
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