Rooted, Not Rattled

Morning watch 8.1.25 5:48 am
 
Morning watch brings me to Jeremiah 17:7–8:
 
“But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him.
They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream.
It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green.
It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.”

I am not meant to survive on my own strength today. Like a tree with deep roots reaching toward water, my soul can draw from an endless source. I am not sustained by striving, nor am I held upright by sheer willpower. When the heat of challenges comes, when the pressure mounts, when uncertainty swirls around me—I don’t have to wither. I don’t have to brace myself against every gust or scan the horizon for rescue.
My roots go deeper than my circumstances. They stretch into a steady grace that doesn't evaporate when things feel dry. My source is more reliable than my feelings, more constant than my fears, more nourishing than any quick fix the world might offer. My foundation is stronger than whatever storms may come, not because I am immovable, but because I am planted in love that does not fail.
Today I choose to trust. Not in my ability to control outcomes, not in my wisdom to navigate perfectly, not even in my resilience. I trust in the One who planted me exactly where I am. Who knew this soil. Who saw this season. Who shaped my roots for this very ground. He knows what I need before I even ask—before I even name the ache. And He does not call me to bloom without also sustaining me.
So I rest. Not in passivity, but in faith. I stretch toward light. I remain connected to the deep well beneath me. And even if today bears no fruit, even if it feels quiet or hidden, I trust that growth is happening just beneath the surface. Rooted. Resourced. Ready.