Monday, July 24, 2023

JULY ROOTS

 


I’ve lingered long in the garden this summer.  

The sky is wild with clouds but sun peaks through most of each day.  

When we least expect the rain it seems to gush for a moment then stop. 

When we are fast asleep the longer showers blanket the garden.  

God’s perfection is at work.


People ask why I rarely cut flowers for inside the house.  

My answer remains, “They die too quickly even if lovingly watered.”

There is something that changes when a flower is cut from its family and popped into a substance like clear, clean water.  It blooms for a bit but then give up and dies.  

Where are the nutrients? 

How can a flower linger with no tentacles to slowly bring enrichment to the buds? 


Alas, it’s the grimy grit of dirt that is needed; the gray-black substance where it begins life.


My flowers and trees began as seeds even if I bought some of them as sturdy plants.  

These seeds hid in darkness for many weeks before they were able to peak out of the soil.  During this time they got use to the damp-cool darkness pressed against their pin-head bodies.  

They grew the most important part of the plant . . . Roots!  


Because of their roots my plants and trees suck in drops from torrential rain or wait patiently for a taste of moisture when dehydrated.  

Each plant pierced through the ground only after a substantial root system was born.  

Only then can they begin to grow tall and create blooms while the wind presses into them and while rain drops pounce upon them.  

Because of roots, my garden grows more beautiful each day.  


The ten-foot Leland Cypress Pine tree was only suppose to grow another few feet.  

It is now thirty feet tall.  

The root system grows under a garden wall and all the way down a steep open slope.  It’s very happy to receive gallons of water when it seeps down from the hillside above.  


The side garden was carved out of our hill in three terraces which come down from the front to the back of the house.  A Mountain Laurel ‘bush’ that died back a couple years ago and was cut to the ground decided to grow again and is now twelve feet high.  We never touched the root system which happily extends across the side yard, free of any impediments.  It is surrounded by other large bushes including my favorite blue hydrangea bush. Astilbe pops up with it’s red brushes and Day-lilies peak through Russian sage branches.  Trailing blue geraniums cover Hasta that flow under the Holly and Winterberry bushes


In the back yard Rose bushes are surrounded by garlic plants and oregano.  Echinacea (Coneflower) mixes with Day-lilies, Zinnias, Coreopsis, Butterfly bush and splatters of ‘volunteers’ that have blown from elsewhere.  Russian sage sways high above the garden as a backdrop. Hasta happily settles under the Leland Cypress tree.  


All these plants and flowers have taken time to form roots, from shallow and malleable to deep down in the earth, never to be touched.  

It’s the roots that help each plant or flower endure and thrive in their own way.  

It’s the roots that nourish and sustain when the weather becomes fickle.  

It’s the roots that help each flower, plant, bush or tree stand tall right where it was planted.  Without roots, each would not be able to exist for long.


It’s the same with us.  

We need roots to sustain life.  

While we were in gestation for nine months we were rooted to our mother through a cord that fed us with nutrients as we floated mindlessly in her amniotic sac. 

All we did was absorb and grow from a seed smaller than a pinhead into a human being with ten toes and ten fingers on two legs and two arms.  

Our bodies are filled with complex organs that work with one another miraculously to enable us to thrive. 

They took time to grow but they grew enough to enable us to live outside this sac, outside our mother, in a very crazy place called ‘the world.’  

Our head with eyes and ears and nose and mouth and brain was far more complex to develop but God’s master plan is beyond my comprehension.

Our bodies need some parts to be viable outside the womb.  Yet, some bodies cannot live beyond a certain point or are born and do not live long.  We who have lost life will grieve for that child but that child belongs to God.  I know God’s hand is on us to help us with that life-long grief. 

All life, even that of a flower, is precious to God.  


Yet, just because a ‘well rooted’ baby survives birth and sustains life for years, there are other roots that are necessary for that child to thrive.  

We all know the words, “Bloom where you were planted.”  

Sometimes, where we are planted does not offer enough sustenance for us to thrive.  

We may be genetically strong but our surroundings lack nutrients for solid growth.  

That’s where parents may need a bit of help from grandparents or other relatives.  

It’s the family unit, however extended, that can provide strong roots to sustain the temptations presented to us throughout life.


Many times, the ‘family’ system needs to be embraced by a greater family.  

That’s why when I read in my daily reading this week I was reminded of God’s two most important commands.  Among the Ten Commandments and the extra 613 laws, I’m reminded of two important instructions from God when Covenant relationship was re-introduced to the Israelites just after they entered the Sinai desert after their exodus from Egypt.


In Deuteronomy (the second Law) God reminds us of our need to be rooted to the One who created us.  

First, there is to be only ONE God to worship.  Money, possessions, television, sports, social networks and so much more can be used to strengthen our roots but must be used responsibly.  If any become gods, our roots are weakened and will become clogged with useless pride-filled perversions.  Only when we develop deep roots with the Lord, thy God, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, God: Father, Son and Holy Spirit, can we grow roots of stature and strength.  


The Second most important command from Deuteronomy is to diligently teach our children or others what we have learned from God. Only when we grow in stature and strength in God’s image can we then teach another generation.  

The Hebrew people learned words from Deuteronomy that they say daily, words of the Shama.

“Hear, O Israel, the Lord is God, the Lord is One.” Faithful households still place a Mezuzah on their door (a thin metal covering for words of the Shema placed inside) and touch it each time they enter or exit their home.  This affirms their rootedness to God daily.


Only when we connect with the little ones and any others in our path can we help them to grow deep roots, to connect with God in everything they say and do.  

It is up to us to give ‘roots’ to our children or grand children or neighbors children or any peer who comes into our life-path.  

It is up to us to share the strength and nurturing love we have received from God with another.

It is up to us to give others an opportunity to see, know, embrace and drink in the love of God for themselves.  

Only when we share our lives with others can our God-nutrients flow into another life to give them God-roots.  

It is up to us to help others grow roots that will sustain them through life’s temptations and even help others thrive.


Today I read my daily meditation that just ‘happened’ to speak of our roots!  

I am affirmed daily of God’s presence but this is amazing  quote.

How did God know I would write this morning?

This is what Thomas a` Kempis says in his most amazing book, Imitation of Christ

“Many try to fly away from temptations only to fall     

         more deeply into them; for you cannot win a battle

        by mere flight. It is only by patience and humility that

        you will be strengthened against the enemy. Those who

        shun them outwardly and do not pull them out by the 

    roots will make no progress; for temptations will soon

        return to harass them and they will be in a worse state. 

        It is only gradually—with patience and endurance and 

        with God’s grace—that you will overcome temptations 

        sooner than by your own efforts and anxieties . . Gold is 

        tried by fire and the upright person by temptation. 

        Often we do not know what we can do until temptation

         shows us what we are . . . This is how temptation is:

first we have a thought, followed by strong imaginings,

         then the pleasure and evil emotions, and finally 

        consent. This is how the enemy gains full admittance, 

        because he was not resisted at the outset. The slower 

        we are to resist, the weaker we daily become and 

the stronger the enemy is against us.”


I cannot grow roots on the flowers I cut a few times a year when we entertain. 

I cannot grow roots for those trees and flowers in my garden.  

Yet, I can grow my own roots by daily connecting with the Lord and understanding the One whom God sent to me to die on a cross for me and show me resurrected life, Jesus Christ.  

I can rise above the smarmy parts of life as I keep drinking in the life of God’s Son.  

I can share what God blooms within me when I drink from Scripture and worship, Holy Communion and prayer.

Through these, and more I receive nutrients that make my soul grow.  


May your garden, whether a huge swath of land or a tiny potted plant, remind you of your rootedness to life through God, our Creator, His Son, Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit.  


If we choose to say, “yes” to life, all we have to do is say “yes” to our Triune God and He will sustain us with a well rooted life.  

Our ‘yes’ to God is daily but our ‘yes’ guarantees life-roots in the eternal presence of Father, Son and Holy Spirit.


May we enjoy continued growth of our roots and share what God feeds us to all who surround us.

May your roots grow strong and deep in the Presence of God.












Friday, June 23, 2023

JUNE ----- ARE YOU READY?

 Are you ready?

That’s the question that came up in our conversation.

We were grieving over another dear friend who died, leaving his spouse to fend for herself.


This reminded me of my own life which I lived precariously through my 20s and 30s.

I was single until six months after I turned forty-one.

I learned to motivate myself to embrace life every single day whether I wanted to or not.


By my senior year in college I knew how to take care of every detail of my life.

My personal bookkeeping was meticulous; almost ridiculous as I recorded every penny I spent.

Each place I called ‘home' was organized.  

Because I moved many times before I settled, most of my possessions could fit into two suitcases.

Soon I had a great job that paid well; I traveled and felt no qualms about purchasing whatever I wished whenever I wished.


I had already invested in a little house and managed to fix and upgrade every part.

The rotting deck was replaced, the kitchen tile was patched, dutch doors opened up two entrances.

I wallpapered walls and painted the whole house, inside and out.  

I turned the large room in the basement into an apartment and added insulation.  

Even the old toilet, used as a planter in the side garden, was removed.


I was ready for new adventures but I had little savings.

After several years I lost the high paying job that gave me freedom to travel around the world.

About that time the U.S. went into a deep recession.

I could get gas for my little car on odd days if I waited in line for at least thirty minutes.

I was in my mid-thirties when I realized that I needed to save some money.

Reality hit.

Was I ready?


A few months later I was hired at a new tech start-up.

I was clueless about tech but one of the people knew me and knew I could be trained. 

    I was eager to learn.

The pay was so low that I barely made enough money for my tiny mortgage and for gas in my car.

Yet, I knew this job was a great opportunity for success.

I became creative.


First, I baked my special molasses bread and sold it at work for $1.50 per loaf.  

Looking back, the ingredients cost at least $.75.  

I made enough money selling bread to pay for gas which vacillated between $.35 and $.45 a gallon.  

Indeed, decades ago costs were low but so was pay.

It’s all relative.


I needed to get more creative. 

So, I invited other women to live in my little home.  

The two bedrooms plus large finished basement room was ample for two more to join me. 

I moved into the tiny bedroom.

One bathroom seemed to work well.  


I was ‘ready’ to share ways to save money.

I shared how I lived on a budget and how I purchased and made food for an entire week, including lunches.  

Together, we learned enough to thrive.

We were 'ready' for the next step.


Soon we were ‘investing.’  

I’d already invested in a house but I needed to begin saving money that I gained through rent, raises and selling bread.  

I invested in some stocks but later I found that my house investment was a little gold mine.  

When I finally sold the house after living in it for about twelve years, I made a 400% profit.  


Various women lived with me until I felt it was time to live on my own.

I’d set high goals for myself and had reached most of them.

Running a ‘home for women’ was not on my list of priorities and I was reaching the age of forty.


I was involved in a very large singles group at church.

This group of 150 bonded over several years, went on retreats together and eventually got married.  

By now they were having children.  

Over the years I took part in their weddings and felt quite comfortable attending very large family gatherings.  

The expanded group remained close for years.


Was I ready to marry?

This was more a mental transition as I knew I could not have experienced all I had done if I’d been married sooner.   

Was it time to take a break from travel and simply ‘be’? 

Was I ‘ready’ to become more attached to a home and husband?


Soon I knew to let my heart be open to marriage if that is what God wanted for me.

To this day I truly believe that God opens the heart in his timing if we are listening.

I would get up early before work to pray and listen to God.

I began to memorize Proverbs 31:10-31 and apply some verses to my life.


I learned later that too many people to count had prayed I’d become a Christian.

Little did I know that nine years later others prayed I’d find a husband.

I was totally unaware of all the background work of friends that went into my meeting my Handsome Prince.  

The poor guy was being ‘vetted’ by various girlfriends (who did not even know each other).

He was a Sunday school teacher for three-year-olds and attended bible study at our church.

I’d never seen him.  Not surprising since our church had about 3,000 weekly attendees at that time.

 

I was so busy leading weekend retreats and working full time that our ‘dating’ began with long phone conversations.

When we finally met, I was ready with my ‘personal testimony’ about my life in Christ.

So was he!!!

He had been praying for someone who lived each day abiding in Christ.

Needless to say, after my in-person first date with him the Holy Spirit told me in no uncertain terms that this was the one.  I saw a mega-heart across his chest.

We kept seeing each other but for several months neither of us mentioned what the Lord was telling each of us.


And then I had to leave town for a family gathering. 

During those five days I was gone, my ‘handsome prince’ decided to find a token of friendship.

It was a tiny gold heart on a delicate golden chain with a tiny arrow piercing the sparkling diamond in the middle of the heart.


Little did he know that the prophecy said over me several months before I met him was expressed through this precious gift.

Little did he know that his gesture of friendship would become more dear to me than the incredibly beautiful engagement ring he would give me a month later.

Little did he know that this tiny necklace would outlive my ring that I lost years later during a time when I’d lost far too much weight and was under a doctor’s care.

Little did he know that God was ready to have the two of us become one far before the time we knew we were ready.


The prophecy which was said over me was, “I see a heart that is strong  and within that heart is a vibrant diamond that will grow out of intense pressure from deep pain.” 

I knew Diamonds are formed as a result of intense pressure in rock formations.  

It seemed a strange prophecy but I thought this meant that my life as a Christian would cause deep pain that would eventually be the seed for the precious diamond to build within my heart.  


After about forty-five years of ministry, thirty-five years of marriage and just plain living life to the fullest, I can see how God has pressed his presence into me, often causing pain, that would make my heart strong enough to glisten with an inner joy that sparkles as clear and bright as a diamond.  


Christian growth has had its challenges.

Learning to love another and understand selfless love as we grow in our marriage is not easy. 

Both have caused moments of heart-breaking pain.  

Yet, God has made me a little more ‘ready’ for each challenge and each JOY that comes my way.


After our first year of marriage my dear hubby’s job drew us from the West coast to the East coast. 

Since we discussed the possibility of his transfer before we married, I was ready. 

By the time we resettled in the East coast I managed to dumped all my management skills into my husband’s lap.  

I let him be obsessive with small details.  

I let him take care of finances.  

I let him invest in our future. 

I let him . . . 

It was totally freeing.  

I enjoyed every moment of my non-responsibility.


Yet, my precious hubby wanted me to ‘always be ready’ for any circumstance.

He made sure we discussed our finances monthly.

He made sure we kept up our annual medical exams.

He made sure we both understood the need to update end-of-life documents.

I was to be blessed by having a spouse who made sure I was ready for anything.


To this day, I am blessed to still have my spouse . . . and still maintain the ‘are you ready’ list.

We are beginning to age and our ‘to do’ list must be noted on the calendar or we’ll forget.

Our bodies are strong but we must, daily, strengthen body, mind and soul.

Each day I wake up saying, “Am I ready for whatever may happen, both good and challenging?"


Good habits, 

created over a lifetime, 

challenged during hard times, 

embraced most of the time, 

have kept me ‘ready,’ for the most part.

BUT I may not be as ready as I think when truly faced with disastrous news.


All I can do is maintain my daily habits or what many call “Rule of Life.”

I spend time filling my heart with God-messages through prayer, scripture reading, weekly worship and other sources.  

I spend time making sure I maintain daily cardio exercise.

I spend time on heart and health but also try to tap into my creativity.  


Each day, when I breathe in the beauty that surrounds me I give thanks to God.

My summer garden is a major source of joy. 

Our finances are secure due to mindful spending and investing over many years.

We have signed all the documents that tell others how to use what we leave behind.


Are we ready?

Am I ready?

In the words of St. Paul the Apostle in his letter to the Philippians, 

“To live is Christ and to die is gain.” 

I live as if today were my last day, fulfilling what the Lord, my God, has called me to do.  

I find daily moments that fill me with joy and thanksgiving.  

Hubby does the same.

Daily, we share whatever the Lord sparks in us to encourage one another.

Sharing, “Thank you . . . I appreciate that,” reminds us to verbalize words from the heart.


When in prayer, God sometimes brings forth moments in my past that may haunt me.

Perhaps these memories that flood forth for an instant are God’s way of cleansing that which I may have tucked deep in my sub-conscience.

I need to keep cleansing that which I have stuffed away and hand these specs of ‘guilt’ over to the Lord.

God reminds me to let any fleeting thought slide into Christ’s hands.

I breathe deep, 

I Confess this moment of remembrance and pray God washes away this pang of guilt. 

Did I do enough for mom while she was dying?

Did I give enough back to dad who gave so much to me in life-lessons?

Was I a good-enough daughter?


I move on in my thoughts.

The Lord took care of this when I was redeemed by Christ’s shed blood.

I need to let go and embrace the healing hand of the Holy Spirit, planted firmly within me.


I breathe deep again and drink in the beauty of each day . . . sunny, rainy, hot and or cold.

I thank God for my hundreds of adventures all over the world.

I thank God for life with hubby.

I thank God for giving me gifts that I share with others as we grow and become ‘ready’ in Christ.


I continue to breathe. . .in . . .  JOY.

I continue to breathe out small frustrations that sporadically jab at my heart.

I remind myself that this time on earth is a tiny spec of eternity.

I look forward to eternity in the presence of God: Father, Son and Holy Spirit.


I’m as ready as I can be today.

Are you ready?