6 So then, just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live your lives in him, 7 rooted and built up in him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness.
Tonight lamplight fills, the AC hums and my brain is full. I begin another round of testing in the morning, this time.. pediatrics. My lonesome drive to the foothills will soon be traded for mint green hospital scrubs in general surgery. My hands ache to be of use and my mind longs for the quiet, a reprieve from patient stories. Nervousness, what a peculiar feeling. We all know it, some too too well. Its like having ants in your pants, and admittantly my pants are antsy for tomorrow morning’s exams.
There is calm, there is peace in knowing that I am rooted, that you are rooted in the faith. Like this picture your faith and mind is curvy, bumpy, weak and strong. My fella always tells me the ” path to success if never a straight line.” He is right, and like our “path to success” our faith isn’t a straight line either.
Lets disregard the straight-and-narrow metaphor for a minute to something more organic, earthy, real faith… that is soft under hands and sunken deep into the earth. Faith that is the singular product of an infinite God. Saved through the grace of blood stained hands we are gifted with no flat, 2D image of faith- we are given- bountifully given- deep, watered, lush and winding faith.
” strengthened in the faith” you mean its not a one time deal? No, the teachings run deep. We never learn the first time through- ask any teacher! We are strengthened not of our own doing, not of our performance but through the promise of a faithful Father.
” overflowing with thankfulness” as my mother-in-law has shown me through the writing of Ann Voskamp, that this is a journey and far more central to our sanctification than I could have ever imagined. Thankfulness, this is not a verb- this is not always an action but rather a description of state of mind, being, you and me.
Is it possible to not get lost in the antsy pants nervousness of whatever our tomorrow brings? Is it possible to remember and celebrate that a Father has not ceased to teach and give strength? Is it possible that thankfulness can be a state of who we are because it was how we were made to be?
Roots they promise life, they are the fount of grandeur and wonder, need proof- look at the sequoia trees of this country’s west. May we amidst life’s seasons, remember where the roots that make us whole are planted. Its not our location, proximity, haves, have-nots its the roots that sink us deep down toward the earth, down toward to the voice of the Father that we are to grow.