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When I was a bit younger, maybe ten years old or so, I loved climbing the trees in our front yard.  That yard, which was massive to me then, especially when I had to mow the grass on it, led westward out to a dirt road and across to an endless field of cotton and sunsets.  There were two trees in particular that had branches low enough for my sister and I to grab ahold of and hoist ourselves into.  Naturally, she claimed one tree and I claimed the other and we could only ascend one another’s tree if we had permission, or if they weren’t around.  (wink)

Once, I climbed all the way to the top of my tree, where the branches were thin and swayed a little under my weight, when my bladder thought it a good time to ring my bell.  It was only me and my buddy there so with little hesitation I unzipped the barn door and cut loose into the breeze.  What proceeded was a great golden shower of glory.  If someone were passing by they would certainly have witnessed the radiance of God shimmering down from above.  I mean, it weren’t no burning bush, but whatevs, you take what you can get.

Over the past little while I’ve really come to appreciate trees more than I once did.  They can be so beautiful and incredibly sturdy.  When they first begin growing, you probably wouldn’t even know it was a tree unless you knew what to look for and since I didn’t follow my dad’s footsteps into horticulture, I generally don’t.

Portland's Japanese Maple

One thing I identify with is that it takes so long for them to grow because they are developing a deep and complex root system down below the surface as they go.  Those roots, which creep and crawl as far as they can in all directions is what keeps them standing tall, strong, and beautiful when years later they are finally finished growing.  If they didn’t take the time to build a confident foundation then when it came time for them to bloom tall and wide, to display His beauty in their branches, and to meet the ideal standards for their breed, they would simply lean over and give up.

As I edge ever closer to the end of my journey as a nazirite I begin to understand that there are some seasons that are solely about trust and patience.  In my mind it starts to sound like an excuse to be less-than and complacent.  Instead, I find it humbling to say, “I’m staying here and waiting, because You know better than I do.”

My instinct is to charge towards financial security or, really, progress of any kind; to start living like an “adult” and forcing things into place.  Instead, He says to me, “Wait and be at peace.”

“Be patient and trust me.”

“And trust me.”

“And trust me,” and on and on like a big broken record.

Much of this season, and possibly the next season to come, has been about waiting on Him and developing a deep, strong root system.  I’m not sure what’s coming down the pipes for me.  I have a few ideas but in all reality, it could be anything.  But, if I plan on being able to withstand the coming storms, I best have myself firmly planted in Him and draw my life source through those very roots He’s forming now.

Because of Him,
Brent Hemphill


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