My daddy’s roots go deep.  He planted his family not 30 miles from where his great grandpa raised his own children.  The tilling of the land might have lessened a bit with each generation, but that hasn’t changed the way these men are tied to the place they’ve always called home.

I like to think my roots go deep, too.  I draw on a rich heritage of faith, generations past trusting in the One Who formed man from dirt, who sends sunshine and rain for the crops we grow. 

But faith isn’t something I can inherit like ties to the land.  Even deep roots can shrivel and die if they aren’t watered regularly. 

{Five-Minute Friday: “roots”}

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  1. Ooooh! I loved this Gretchen. Of these roots I am “envious”, there hasn’t been these kinds of roots in my family, and I have no idea how to start them growing deep.

  2. Love this, Gretchen. I come from a long line of Irish Catholics who worked the soil…and though my extended family is scattered far and wide, there is still that love of the earth that runs deep in us. And so true about one’s faith.

  3. Yes! Well said, Gretchen Louise. Our faith needs to be nurtured – feed with the Word of God and watered by the Living Water!

    “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.” Jer. 17:7-8