Of Firey Trials and Deep Roots...


I know that roots grow deeper when trees are buffeted with wind; that sailors are made experts in storms; that diamonds are produced in heat & pressure or, that gold is refined in a fiery furnace. I know all of that...but to experience it at the deepest level is almost unbearable. The weight of grief is crushing. The agony of being alone in the midst of a crowd is like a constant, ear piercing clang.

Yet, in the midst of all of it, He knows these feelings all too well. And yet, even though it feels like too much, I'm certain He is carrying more of the pain than I know of...holding it back from hitting me all at once. He allows me to be torn apart so that He can bind me back up. So that He can make strong the roots. So that He can refine to gold & make perfect the stone.

"Though he slay me, I will hope in him..."
Job 13:15a
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