Sometimes I feel like a foreigner in a strange land.
I am an island in a sea of disconnection.
A drift from the crowd, I am a bird soaring over a confusing terrain.
I have no place that I truly belong. I corral my little tribe, and serve my husband faithfully. We build each other up in discipleship, and care. As we move forward in life, we hold tight to our bonds to each other. Letting go would be too much and someone may drift off. My purpose would be nil and I would be drifting further from shore.
Roots are hard to plant when we are a family that roams every few years. Just when we feel anchored, we become unmoored and sent sailing in a new direction. Where will we find refuge? Where will we belong?
Jeremiah 17:7-8 ESV
“Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose trust is the Lord. He is like a tree planted by water, that sends out its roots by the stream, and does not fear when heat comes, for its leaves remain green, and is not anxious in the year of drought, for it does not cease to bear fruit.”
We are planted firm in our faith. It needs to be nourished in prayer, faith and communion with the Lord. As we grow, we are planted in Him. We belong to the Lord and that is something that soars right along with us.
When we feel disconnected in our communities, we have something far greater than the disenchanted masses. We have hope in the life that God promises when our sustenance comes from Him.
We were sometimes born to wander, but never meant to be islands. God created us for community. We must generate intentional trust in that He will give us purpose, belonging and hope. He is faithful to His people and we must see the bigger picture than our circumstances. When we are planted in Him, we will bloom and create something beautiful for His glory.When we are planted in Him, we will bloom and create something beautiful for His glory Click To Tweet