Each week Gypsy Mama chooses a word to write about for five minutes. No editing, stream of consciousness. Today's word is: Roots.
Ready. Set. Write.
I must confess I color my hair. Granted, I match my normal hair color, but I do so in an effort to hide those nasty gray roots that I can't believe I have at such a tender age. Ok, so, not THAT tender, but way too young for that nonsense. I swore I'd never color my hair, given I have a Dad with Native American blood that had stark black hair until his 50s and a Mom who barely had a strand of gray before she passed away. But, I caved. Yes, I am vain.
Manipulating my hair follicles is one thing, but the roots I have in my life are not so changeable. My roots derive from my heritage...my parental upbringing...the experiences I've had in life. And they stay grounded now by the choices I make and the beliefs I have. Without strong roots, my tree would waver. There are days when I fear I will topple over the experiences of life. But I cling to that Living Water that nourishes my roots to grow them ever stronger. The more grounded I am in Christ, the less likely I am to allow the storms of life to uproot me.
"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 17:8