|The part of a plant that attaches it to the ground or to a support, conveying water and nourishment to the rest of the plant.Rain for four days doesn’t make my flesh happy, but maybe it nourishes my spirit. We have been doing a lot of family time, and family talking over here, and that’s good. For a long time we have known that it would be impossible for us to buy a house, and in my mind that meant…no putting down roots. I was okay with that, even told myself that I was happy about it, that I could move at a moments notice if the Lord said so. But HE didn’t. He said …stay. And most recently, he has revealed that putting down roots has very little to do with buying a house. Apparently, I do not know EVERYTHING. hhmmm.
Our circumstances haven’t changed, the economy hasn’t changed, but my heart has. I am putting down roots. I’m attaching myself to this place, for this time, for the nourishment of my marriage, and my children. I have been prone to wander, but I’ve realized that my kids really want to settle down, and into something, to be at rest with our home life.
Thomas and I have been guilty of moving them around a whole lot. We are not running now. The Lord has given me a clear picture of what my kids need, and I get it. Whether renting or not, I can put down the roots that are going to water and feed the plants that are my kids ! The Wirthlins are putting down roots , we are investing, not in a house, but in our kids. They are going to love it, and we will too. And so we are about to become long term renters. And that is ok with me, I have my pride in check. The right place at the right time…thats how I feel. Peaceful.