In recent weeks, I’ve moved to a historic home in the center of the family farm, celebrated with my remarkable family, and left a beloved single office for a cooperative space. Occasional indecision and exhaustion have lived in my very bones.
We’ve welcomed a new baby to the extended family and comforted some dear friends as they mourned the death of elders. There have been deep tears of both joy and sadness.
As with the paper white bulb, I’ve tentatively trimmed away some old roots. Tiny new ones are barely discernible. These minuscule white nubs are reaching toward the water where they will receive nourishing refreshment and sustenance. As a result, and with time, the bulb will flourish and blossom.
It’s simple really. Trust as you move in the direction that gives you life.
YOUR TURN
What are you thirsty for?
Where have you needed to trim away old roots to make room for new growth?
Have you had to hold onto Hope as you reached toward something unseen?
Where are you experiencing surprising joy?
"Be joyful in hope…”
Romans 12:12 NIV