This morning I walked down my favorite back road and something caught my attention on the ravine across from the neighbor's house. An uprooted forsythia lay over the bank, apparently cast off from some yard cleaning project. As I looked at that bush, with its hacked off roots pathetically sticking out of a dry clod of dirt and its yellow blossoms beginning to wither, I couldn't help but wonder -would it be possible for that hardy little plant to sink its crushed, broken roots into that rocky slope? Would it be able to become a bit of sunshine on the side of that hill? Only time will tell.
Whatever happens to the forsythia, the question I have to ask myself is this: Am I willing to sink my roots - however sensitive or hurt - into the soil wherever God places me (short term or long) and be a little sunshine there?
By His grace, I can say yes.
This gave me something to think about :)
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