Monday, August 24, 2009
Jesus... tonight I want, I need, him to fill my mind. I'm resting, listening to worship music, I feel cocooned in his presence. Everything I know about his goodness, strength, kindness, glory I want to soak my roots deep down into. There comes a time when we've heard about him, we've sung about him, talked about him and then it's time to put it to the test. Either he is a sacred refuge, his kingdom is unshakable, he is a merciful redeemer or he's not. Tonight I want him to be a burning holy fire in my life, consuming my doubt and weakness. Look at the above picture of that amazing tree. It's roots are sunk deep into the rich Virginia soil, it's soaring branches reach out to the sun. I want to be like that. I want to be green with life, solid and strong. I want my roots to go down deep into the soil of God's love, I want to drink deeply of his supply and be satisfied. I want to stretch my hands up to heaven, reaching for my true home. I want to turn my face adoringly to the source of light. Even when storms, drought, pestilence comes that tree is strong and resilient. I pray that I will be like the righteous man in Psalm 1:3, "He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers."