This morning, as a warm winter wind whistled through the tall pine in my backyard, I realized the shallowness of my own faith. With every gust, I sensed the truth.
Deep down, I know that when the winds of this world blow through the branches of my own life, more often than not, I topple to the ground. My spiritual roots are insufficient to keep me upright.
Truth be told, I am a pitiful and wonky pine in God's eternal forest....
Do you suppose God ever tires of finding me prostrate and fallen, blown to smithereens and broken on the ground?
Do you suppose God ever grows weary of setting me upright again?
Sometimes I wonder how it is that I, a wonky pine with such shallow roots, should ever feel the gentle touch of God's hand...
...and yet, over and over again, that quiet love which saves, and redeems, and restores, lifts me from the muck and mire of my own shallow faith, so that I might once again face the gentle warmth of the sun, and the quiet stillness of the stars!
I suppose in some respects, I should be thankful for such shallow roots.
Some of us go through life and never know what it is to experience the sweetness of God's restorative grace.
If it weren't for my shallow roots, I doubt very much that I would ever feel compelled to cling to that true vine, Christ Jesus!
Even in my weakness, there is blessing!
On this Christmas morning, I give thanks to you Father God!
Deep down, I know that when the winds of this world blow through the branches of my own life, more often than not, I topple to the ground. My spiritual roots are insufficient to keep me upright.
Truth be told, I am a pitiful and wonky pine in God's eternal forest....
Do you suppose God ever tires of finding me prostrate and fallen, blown to smithereens and broken on the ground?
Do you suppose God ever grows weary of setting me upright again?
Sometimes I wonder how it is that I, a wonky pine with such shallow roots, should ever feel the gentle touch of God's hand...
...and yet, over and over again, that quiet love which saves, and redeems, and restores, lifts me from the muck and mire of my own shallow faith, so that I might once again face the gentle warmth of the sun, and the quiet stillness of the stars!
I suppose in some respects, I should be thankful for such shallow roots.
Some of us go through life and never know what it is to experience the sweetness of God's restorative grace.
If it weren't for my shallow roots, I doubt very much that I would ever feel compelled to cling to that true vine, Christ Jesus!
Even in my weakness, there is blessing!
On this Christmas morning, I give thanks to you Father God!
I give thanks to you for loving this wonky pine, shallow roots and all!
I thank you for the gift of your son, the true vine, and it is my prayer that we each become so entangled in Him, that none of us need ever fall!
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