Rooting

I’ve always been an outdoor enthusiast. Backpacking, mountain biking, snowshoeing, hiking, rafting-things I really enjoy doing. In fact, at one point outdoor education was a minor of mine, albeit briefly. Those classes were some of my favorites as we got to experience things many people don’t. We were able to go on two trips during one of the semesters. The first trip was sea kayaking in the inter coastal waterways in the Southern U.S. The second trip was caving, also in the South. They were both fun trips, bonding with classmates I may not have bonded with otherwise.

I’ve always been fascinated by caving. The thought of these otherworldly places, entire ecosystems, deep underground that have been there, changing for millennia. Rivers cutting something as hard as rock, crystals forming some of the most beautiful creations this world possesses, life lived, from birth to death, in complete darkness. But there is a great fear that overcomes me when I’m caving. The gigatons of rock and sediment that can come crashing down on me or trapping me in a breath. It scares me, yet, I continue to be fascinated by it. Caving. Constantly moving downward…inward.

In the last post, I wrote about trying to find roots. How are roots aren’t in things. Part of finding our roots is where do we begin. And it begins with us. Connecting with people, with God, is a downward and inward journey into the very depths of our hearts and souls. To the depth that we allow ourselves to go into our  hearts, God matches that with His grace, beauty and love. As honest as we are with Him, he will be honest about Himself, with us, in return. But that journey starts with us, asking the Spirit to search our hearts, to reveal the depths of our desires and longings, of our brokenness, of our capacity to understand.

Our hearts, our souls, can be scary places. The darkness of the unknown, the pain of unmet expectations, unfulfilled desires, can be overwhelming. But there is beauty in what remains of the pain. Water carving out rock for thousands of years, that harsh cutting of stone, leaves beautiful caverns filled with crystals, gems, and stalagmites. When we allow there to be light shed on the crevices of our inner most parts, God can and will meet us there. Our hearts are searching for a place to be rooted. To shallow and we fall. But when they go deep, into the darkness and unknown, the roots are strong. And that requires the downward, inward journey. God will meet us there.

be blessed today

 

Photo Credit: http://www.thekalalochlodge.com/

 

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