Looking back on Mother's Day, I think about when we first had kids -- they had to learn how to stand first. Caleb would pull himself up on things, and only when he grew comfortable with that did he really start to try and walk. When his legs were strong enough, he could start to venture out. But we loved him just the same.
The same is true of our faith. We have to develop roots first. If we try and walk first, then we'll inevitably stumble. First of all, we must love Christ. When we have a love for Christ and find ways to daily immerse ourselves in that love, then we're prepared to go forth and share this with the world. It provides an abundance in our hearts, out of which we speak. We become like the rooted tree in Psalm 1, grounded and able to withstand the storms and winds that blow. We abound in thanksgiving, and when we are rooted in Christ's love, we're better able to shake off the world's rejection or cruelty, because when we know that we are unconditionally loved by the One who set the stars in the sky, the cruel words or inaction of another are more easily ignored.
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