Rooted in Living Waters

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There was a white dove sitting on the roof of the neighbor's house this afternoon.  I looked at its magnificent plumage.  There wasn't a scratch of grey.  A dove is a sign of peace, and I was delighted for this message today.  And then it flew away, but the moment had not passed in vain. 

God told me something today that I don't think I will forget in a long time.  He said, you have always tried to reach deeper into yourself, wanting so desperately to be a deep person.  The image of the roots growing in the ground sprung to mind.  I was reminded of Alison's father's explanation of trees that become stronger than others when they do not get watered but have to find water themselves, deep down in the ground, so their roots do not grow shallow but deep.  I thought this lesson profound at the telling but even more so now.  

All your life you have been reaching lower, in the hope of recognition of something inside of you that is great, magical, magnificent.  What I want you to do, God said to me, is to break the ground above your head.  I want you to shoot out and grow higher, looking upward, growing leaves and eventually a blossom.  He said, this is what you were made for.  I am inside you, and I shine, I am great, magical and magnificent, but you need to reach out, not in. 

Something else Alison's father had said that a tree can only have deep roots if it is not fed from above, for then it has to seek water below.  And I am herewith reminded of my own personal search for the true living waters found buried deep.  I think I have discovered what my desire has always been, but which I could never pinpoint: it was the spiritual desire to be rooted in the Holy Spirit.  From this place of depth, I will soar, like God promises. 
   

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Anonymous said…
I have read your blog ! This is what God has created you for, His purpose. The deep things of Life !
April 14, 2010 at 4:41 AM
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