Roots Take Hold

 

"Consider how the wild flowers grow.  They do not labor or spin.  Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these." ~Luke 12:27

I spring forth unexpected

A wanton, lowly weed

Adorned in yellow bright

Not the shade of cowardice

But of sunny survival

I bloom where I'm planted

And thrive against the odds

For I'm content to call home

Wherever God intends

For my roots to take hold

And when I go to seed

I am grateful still.

Amen!

Thank you, Regina, for your reminder that April is National Poetry Month.  I simply had to join in the celebration before this month's end.

A Tree Planted by the Water

 

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. ~Jeremiah 17:8

I'm sure everyone is familiar with the springtime saying:  April showers bring May flowers.  Most of the time, that adage holds true for us here in northwestern Georgia.  But not this year.  We are, for all intents and purposes, in a drought.  Oh, sure, we might get a sprinkling of rain here and there as we leave April and enter into May, but when you have a lawn which mostly consists of moss, we have to take extra precautions if we want it to live and thrive through the hot summer months.

Danny makes elaborate plans to keep our moss hydrated and healthy while we wait and pray for rain.  He already has two sprinklers, but needs more for this job; he orders a couple of them along with additional hoses.  Since we only have two outdoor faucets, Danny also buys splitters so that two hoses can be attached to the same spigot.  His best strategic move, in my opinion, is to purchase timers that tell each hose when to release the water to the correct sprinkler, and for how long.  Ingenious!

Do they work?  Of course!

When you look closely at this photo, you can see a rainbow!

Even in our shady yard, moss can't survive intense heat and lack of moisture as its root system is both shallow and fragile.  Just seeing it transform to a lush green after a good soaking brings us such joy.

The same is true for us spiritually.  If we don't make the concerted effort to spend time in God's Word drinking deeply of its sustenance, we, too, can become dry and parched in our faith.  I've always loved the image of the tree planted by the water as described by the prophet, Jeremiah.  In my mind's eye, I envision a willow tree, its boughs cascading leaves of green, its roots black with moisture.  So verdant!  So lush!

And isn't that the way our faith in the Lord should be?  Filled to the brim with the abundant life that Jesus promises to all who believe in Him?

May we all resolve to plant our roots deeply into the Living Water.  Jesus is the well that never runs dry.

Amen!

Leaving a Legacy - Part II

 

But they need not account for the money entrusted to them, because they are honest in their dealings. ~2 Kings 22:7

Several weeks ago, I share Danny's massive undertaking of cleaning out old photo albums and reorganizing the pictures in stackable containers which he labels neatly for future reference.  There are two albums, one made by Danny and the other by his father, documenting his post-high school immersion into the music world.  For those of us who are old enough to remember, the demand for performers in hotel lounges and bars is overwhelmingly popular and lucrative.  Danny's guitar playing prowess and his singing talents secure him bookings at many of these establishments in the 70s.

Hearing Danny's stories about this time in his life is one thing, but actually seeing receipts and photos from those years are quite another.  There is one piece of paper that would mean the world to Danny if he could find it in one of these musical annals, but he doesn't hold out much hope.  After all, he's looked everywhere that he can think of up until this point to no avail.  What is this treasured item?  I'll let Danny explain it in his own words as he describes this shadowbox of memorabilia to his friends on Facebook's Martin Fans page.

Near Thanksgiving of 1975, a guy walks into Durty Nellies (a nightclub on the intracoastal in Ft. Lauderdale, FL) where I was on stage performing.  He said that he had Roy Clark in the car and that he needed to borrow a guitar for the night; he promised to have it back that evening.  Being 1975, I said, "Take whatever he wants - the Gretsch White Falcon or the Martin D-28."  He said, "Let me go ask Roy."  He returned to say Roy would like to borrow the Martin D-28.  So, I handed over the guitar and really didn't worry about it.  Trust and a handshake still existed in 1975.  Later that night, he brought the guitar back and handed me the note in the lower right corner of the shadowbox.  I thought I had lost the note, but while organizing photos and music memories, there it was!

In case you can't decipher the cursive in the photo above, here is what Roy wrote:  To Danny I "pre-chee-ate it."  My best, Roy Clark.

Wow!  How I miss the day's when a man's word could be sealed by a simple handshake and honesty was always the best policy.  The world has changed in so many ways since those days, which makes this story of Roy Clark keeping his promise that much more poignant and memorable.

May we, too, be people who keep our word and who reflect God's Word in all that we do and say so we can give Him all honor and glory.

Amen!

Danny still owns the same Martin guitar.  It's 51 years old and sounds better than ever!

The Light of Life

 

When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, "I am the light of the world.  Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life." ~John 8:12

Danny and I are on one of our regular shopping trips to Aldi when I spy an entire endcap loaded with fresh tulips.  With our anniversary right around the corner and Easter, too, we decide to purchase two bunches to adorn our dining table.  Their cheerful yellow hues are an embodiment of the warm spring sunshine and the vibrant, new life emerging all around us.

As I'm seated right in front of them, working on my laptop, I have a front row seat to these beauties.  That's why I witness how the morning light, ever shifting as we move toward summer, streams in from the windows behind me, drawing my attention to them as a spotlight aimed at actors on a stage.

"Light" is my one word for 2026.  The thought of how the presence of light, or lack thereof, changes the tulips' appearance inspires the following photos.

The differences are obvious, aren't they?  But you can tell, too, that the essence of what the tulips are remains the same.

That's what we experience when we choose to follow Jesus.  We may go through dark times of uncertainty, yet because we know He is the light of life, we can trust completely in Him to guide us through any storm we may face.  We, who are made in God's image and made anew in Jesus', carry the essence of the One who willingly came to die for us and for our sins.  We are fully reconciled to the Father through His Son's sacrifice on our behalf.

The day of Easter may have come and gone, but the eternal promise of light and life lingers.  May we resolve to greet each new dawn with renewed hope because of Jesus.  He is the light of the world and the light of our lives.

Amen!