Deep roots and rich soil. Both are images of what it means to dwell deep.  But an ability to dwell deep is not something that some of us simply have and some of us simply don’t.  It’s born out of necessity, and out of droughts, and out of harsh scorching suns.  Right now, my roots are sinking deeper and although I sometimes wish refreshment and satiation would be found along an easier path, I know that having deep roots will protect and insulate me from the inevitable times of drought that will occur throughout my life.  Because my roots are deeper I will not need to fear the heat of harsh days. I want to dwell deeply.  To be planted deeply in rich, healthy soil. And what God is doing right now is a miracle of developing longer, stronger roots, and deeper, richer soil in my soul.

I need this.  Because if I am not deeply, securely, rooted, the scorching heat and dry days will cause me to wither and die.  But the depth protects and sustains…alleviating my fear and keeping me safe from the winds that swirl and uproot.  Although the process of this is difficult it’s so necessary.  Exceedingly grateful that God often times gives me what I need most even when I didn’t realize I needed it at all.