LET MY ROOTS SINK DEEP
Lord , I sit alone by a quiet stream. My thoughts turn to Psalm 23, The waters gently ripple by. Trees gracefully bow their branches and teasingly rustle their leaves in the pure, fresh breeze. A distant falcon pierces the air with its echoing screech. Peace. Thank You, Lord. But what about when I must return to the hustle and bustle? How can I be prepared ? I look at the trees; their roots sink deep by the stream. In the same way, let my roots sink deep into You. Let me feed on Your Word. As we commune in prayer, let me drink from the living water of Your spirit. let me jump in and be bathed by Your cleansing power. I will rely on You rather than things that are shallow and temporary. I can't depend on my own abilities and abilities and strenght, but I am confident in Your care and direction. I will take the special notice of the good things when they come. I will fix my mind on what is pure and lovely and upright. When the heat and winds of life's storms come, I w