Reality has begun to settle in. You see I have been transplanted from Florida to North Carolina. I have done ALL the things I know the Lord told me to do. I am taking one day at a time and one moment at a time. Recovery groups sure have helped me this week without even attending any for months. I have to keep first things first now.
I have seen my roots lifted out of dry land and soon to be planted into new nutritious soil. I just don't know when or where. I am ready for it; like a parched mouth ready for a cold refreshing drink.
Walking by faith can be a very uneasy thing to do. I know how easy it is to look at the circumstances in front of you and wonder how life is going to get better. It will and can though.
My roots are long, strong, and thick too. They didn't just grow that way. Nope, reading the Word of God, listening to teachers teach the gospel, and walking my salvation out on a daily basis.
The beauty of being transplanted is wondering what beautiful pot I will be living in; if I was a plant. I wonder how warm and inviting the teachers, friends and families will be. I wonder how much stronger and thicker my roots will become.
All these things I do not have an answer about. However, I know the best potter in the whole world and He loves us so much, He will not leave us behind to fin on our own.
No, He will not leave us nor forsake us.
We may be transplanted people, but if we surrender our will and lives over to the care and control of Jesus Christ, He will take care of you and me.
~Be encouraged to spend time with Jesus and be transformed to transplanted.