My mind is racing here and there. Jumbled up and going everywhere and nowhere. Just like the roots of an old tree. Anticipating the future. Reliving the past. My thoughts are going nowhere fast.
But the one thing that keeps me steady. Anchored in my soul. Is that even though I look at my roots and I can’t tell where they go. I know where they began.
I’m staying rooted and grounded in my hope. In my peace. In my everything.
In my Jesus.