It’s winter, it’s a bit messy and scary and overwhelming to loose yourself. Litterly and metaphorically.
We forget sometimes that this figure in the mirror staring back at us are also a master piece of God.
Like He knew you would mess up, like the millions of times you did, and He still loved you the same and though how empty the world would be if there was not someone like you.
When we are Uproot8 we loose a lot of our identity in an instant, we loose our family roots, might be generations deep, we loose our schooling roots, our young teen roots, our history roots, our cultural roots, our religious roots, our values roots, our interests roots and a thousand other little roots gets ripped off in the uprooted process. We don’t realize this in summer, maybe not even in autumn but winter, winter we do a really check and look in the mirror and see a completely different tree that once was.
It’s even harder if your little saplings grows up so quickly and begin to look like foreign trees.
Winter is now in full swing and depression is lurking around the corner, for one’s mind can deceive you and you can get stuck in one season in your head while your actual season is the opposite of that you long for, but wait this is not just another negative depressing story.
There is more to the winter season than just the misery of dark ,cold and frostbite and bare branches of the uproot8 tree.
Something to get me through the 3rd winter season of being Uproot8.
I must say I love this song, (The woman at the well ,by Olivia Lane) and this book( The well watered woman ,by Gretchen Saffles)The title just said it all to me.
Isaiah 40:8 “The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever.”
Out of the book. “A soul anchored to the hope found in the life, death and resurrection of Christ will always bloom where it’s planted. That is my only hope.”
May we never forget that in Winter there is also HOPE.
