I am not planted, in the worldly sense of putting down roots. My husband and I have had five homes in five years of marriage, and he just signed on to join the Air Force, so we are going to be roaming for quite a while.

One recent night, as I lay in bed feeling a bit overwhelmed by life, I remembered that there was a verse in the Bible that said we could be like “trees planted by streams of living water.” I thought that sounded lovely, refreshing. I couldn’t remember what it said you have to do to be like that tree, so I looked it up, and here’s what I found:

“But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord,
whose confidence is in him.
They will be like a tree planted by the water
that sends out its roots by the stream.
It does not fear when heat comes;
its leaves are always green.
It has no worries in a year of drought
and never fails to bear fruit.” -Jeremiah 17:7-8

Blessed is the one…
whose delight is in the law of the Lord,
and who meditates on his law day and night.
That person is like a tree planted by streams of water,
which yields its fruit in season
and whose leaf does not wither—
whatever they do prospers.” – Psalm 1:1-3

So, my answer to how to be like that tree was… trust God, delight in his Word, and think about it day and night.
In return, God promised me freedom from fear and worry, that I would not whither but be fruitful and prosperous in all I do.

I think I’m going to take him up on that.

I was recently encouraged to continue in my writing as a way of intentionally processing the things God is teaching me and reminding myself of them. Why share my journey with you? Because he told me to. 🙂 And because writing about the cool things God does and encouraging others with it is my very favorite thing to do.

“Then the Lord replied: ‘Write down the revelation and make it plain on tablets, so that whoever reads it may run with it…” -Habakkuk 2:2

She was afraid to move or breathe lest she break the current of beauty that was flowing through her. Life seemed like a wonderful instrument on which to play supernal harmonies. ‘Oh, God, make me worthy of it,’ she prayed. Could she ever be worthy of such a message— could she dare try to carry some of the loveliness of that dialogue divine back to the everyday world of sordid market-place and clamorous street? She must give it— she could not keep it to herself. Would the world listen— understand— feel? Only if she were faithful to the trust and gave out that which was committed to her, careless of blame or praise.” –L.M. Montgomery, Emily Climbs (about a girl who loves to write)

God has been making it plain to me that I need to build my life on his Word, because it is the only thing that will be a solid foundation for me and for my new little family, the only thing that will keep me planted firm regardless of where I roam, grow my roots deep next to streams of water that are ever refreshing my soul.

His Words are life, and they are for you. My experiences and opinions just serve as my attempt to explain what it’s like for me to walk with him and show how he can be so very real and active in our lives. But all I really hope you take away from it are his words, because they’re the only thing solid enough to stand on. My prayer is that you, too, will be refreshed, your spirit revived as you drink from his streams of Living Water.

“On the last and greatest day of the festival, Jesus stood and said in a loud voice, ‘Let anyone who is thirsty come to me and drink. Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them.’By this he meant the Spirit, whom those who believed in him were later to receive.” -John 7:37-38


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