I’m rooted.
I found my forever home.
My strength
Is not my own.
I’m both planted … and sent.
It’s winter.
I want so much to see green.
Dead leaves
Fall on brown grass.
I hope. Wait for what comes next.
Mystery.
Underground. Planning. Thriving.
God works
He tells me so.
He covers me. Holds me.
Others pray.
I’ve need and dark circumstance.
I trust
I’m not alone.
I stay near the water.
Blue skies hint.
I am confident indeed.
No fear
Animals play.
This is but a season.
I’m rooted.
Planted by living water.
Thank God
I’ll not be moved.
No matter where he sends me.
“The person who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence indeed is the Lord, is blessed. He will be like a tree planted by water: it sends its roots out toward a stream, it doesn’t fear when heat comes, and its foliage remains green. It will not worry in a year of drought
or cease producing fruit.” (Jeremiah 17:7-8, CSB).
(To Amber, This was inspired by you, written for you, and rooted in the love that surrounds you. You are truly a woman that God both planted and sent. Prayers for you, my sister in Christ. Rita K.)
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