Rooted - Day One

June 1, 2022
Rooted

As I pause here - at the end of “Day One,” I realize I’m struggling more than normal to pry open the windows of vulnerability into my little world.

I’m tired.
It’s hot.
I’m weary.
And I’d just like to sleep.

I planted and pruned gardens all morning. And plowed through more of the same all afternoon - just a different time and a different location.

Today, my sister came for the day, so I could step out of this little hospice world for a few more hours than normal.

Sometimes I get lost here in this little hospice setting where everything and nothing stays the same for very long.

We wake.
We assess.
We adjust.
We pray.

And sometimes when I step away for more than a few hours, I remember that “other world” I used to have…

The one without an oxygen concentrator, morphine, and tubing running up and down the hallways.

A life when walking the dog was more of a duty and now is a privilege.

And on Day One, I am also reminded of Abraham a man called by God to leave and go.

To the place of promise.

“And he arose and went -

not knowing to where he was going…”

With the promised seed still unfulfilled…

He went.

From a place of…
safety and security
familiarity and comfort
family and friends
fullness and prosperity

To… the Promised Place

And it was the whisper of the call…
The whisper of God
Echoing and ricocheting off the canyon of his heart…

That provided the cadence to
Which his heart beat…

God.
True.
Holy.
Just.
Good.
Merciful.
Powerful.
Beautiful.
Glorious.
Holy.

It was the nature of God
that provided -
the ANCHOR OF COMFORT…
for the heart of a man
who knew nothing
of where he was going.

He only heard the call.
And got up and went.
A man deeply rooted in faith.

I look for ways to press forward into the unknown.
I search for the hidden treasure of joy.
I burn with exhaustion as long-suffering is developed within me.

And by faith…
I move through every day.

Acutely aware of being provided for.
Acutely aware of my need.
Acutely aware of love and grace
lavishly poured out from both far and near.

Acutely attuned to grace.

And by faith…

“Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance- obeyed and went - even though he did not know where he was going.

By faith…

He made his home in the promised land, like a stranger in a foreign country….

FOR HE WAS LOOKING FORWARD
to the city with foundations
whose architect and builder is…
God.” (Heb 11)

Rooted in Him
The Cross of Christ my guide.
We press on… 🔆