These roots have pulled me down repeatedly. They are attached to my walk(ing) like a bungee cord is to my body. They stay nourished and draw life from me like a weed thieves life from an otherwise healthy plant. The toxins below the surface are hard to visualize. I have been pruned many times, but to no use…it produces its own off shoots! In many ways it makes me feel even less because I am without a core above the ground, but controlled by what is below. What the rich soil around me cannot accomplish is feeding my pure food. Everything is through these toxic roots that need uprooted first!
For so long I focused on what was the root of my problem. Now I, a weakened plant am immune to Miracle Grow and the normally adequate sources of water and sun. “If I can just get rid of these toxic roots that hold me down. Perhaps I will have to wait until my regeneration comes to be a whole and renewed plant.” So I walk on, but never too far as I rubber band back to the source roots. These source roots are different for each plant that is affected this way. All of our dark friends are here: fear, rejection, anger, lust, feeling invisible, unworthy…you know all those darkies and can add a hundred!
So I cry out to the Giver of my life: “Help me to remove these roots, I can’t move away from them!” I see His advice on what to do next. I hear a small voice say “build a fire”. I think to myself “that is a strange requirement to remove deep seated roots from me, that is for sure!” I honor the request honestly wondering how this will work. I stretch out my bungee like cord as far away from me as I can so as not to burn me…a tender plant in the process. I stand back as it burns. I look down in my normal posture…all these years I have focused down at these roots, the one thing that holds me here!! But the Giver speaks louder…”turn your gaze upwards My plant…see Me come!”
For the first time in many years I look up and see what is coming…I am struck with awe. An enormous hand reaches down from the heavens…I stretch my bungee in the opposite direction of the fire to be out of the way of everything coming. The Hand of the Giver powerfully plunges into the earth disturbing the soil all around my roots. He uproots them entirely freeing me from all these dark friends that took from me all these years. The bungee snaps and I feel a new freedom that I have never really felt! I am now free to dance in the wind, look up to the Son, and go everywhere He, the Giver takes me. The fire burning hotter than before consumes all the roots that used to be…me.