Friday, November 02, 2012

Five Minutes: Roots

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 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


Bon Crowder said...

It never occurred to me about the hair roots! (My Ma is like your mother was - hardly any gray. So I don't worry about it much.)

And indeed, there are other roots to consider. Funny how we default to the troubling area and then remember the good parts about the meaning of a word.


Denise said...

Enjoyed this.