I found the Root!

In 1977 the word “Roots” became a household word as people watched the book, written by Alex Haley, come to life on our TV screens. This was a story of finding family roots.

If you have a pain in one of your teeth that reacts to heat it generally means that you have an abscessed tooth, which calls for a “root canal”, a very unpleasant experience.

When there is a problem in a group or company, the leader might say, “We need to get to the “root” of the problem.

I have two beautiful Rose of Sharon bushes that have grown so tall I can see them from my second story window. The bush that bears the white blossoms was standing tall and straight along with the purple one, then we had several days of rain and it suddenly bent over, it’s proud branches curving back down toward the ground. Every time I drove in or out of my garage, the branches would rub along the side of my car. One day, while my house was in chaos, I decided to go outside and see if I could discover what was wrong. What I found was that a vine had taken over the bush in a manner that I couldn’t see because it was hidden among the leafy branches. Strong, choking vines disguised as tiny tendrils had climbed up the length of the tall bush and wrapping around the main branch pulled this grand bush to the ground. Armed with my pruning scissors I attacked the vine. I pulled and cut while getting stuck by the tiny thorns on the vine, trying to free this beautiful bush from the grasp of this strangling vine, and then I began the search for the root! Without taking this parasite out by the root it would simply come back to rule another day, success! I found it and severed it completely. As soon as I had freed the branches finally releasing it from the grasp of the vine, the bush just looked happy and relieved to breath freely once more.

In our life we let things pull us down and over in just the same way. Things that look deceivingly small and harmless wind around our soul until we cannot breathe in the life and sunshine of the Holy Spirit, we fall over, unable to stand.

Hebrews 12:12-15 So don’t sit around on your hands! No more dragging your feet! Clear the path for long-distance runners so no one will trip and fall, so no one will step in a hole and sprain an ankle. Help each other out. And run for it! Work at getting along with each other and with God. Otherwise you’ll never get so much as a glimpse of God. Make sure no one gets left out of God’s generosity. Keep a sharp eye out for weeds of bitter discontent. *KJV says “root of bitterness” A thistle or two gone to seed can ruin a whole garden in no time. Watch out for the Esau syndrome: trading away God’s lifelong gift in order to satisfy a short-term appetite. You well know how Esau later regretted that impulsive act and wanted God’s blessing—but by then it was too late, tears or no tears. There would be no way to go out and cut down a giant oak tree with my little pruning scissors, but today I cut down three of them that had taken root in the area I was working! If I hadn’t taken them down they would have grown right down into my septic tank because they were directly over it!

The time to stop “roots” in your life is when they are small and easily destroyed, whether it is bitterness, hatred, or laziness so you can pump up your spiritual life in prayer and study, before you are choked to death. Song of Solomon 2:15 Take us the foxes, the little foxes that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.

Don’t let yourself be deceived, cut yourself free with the sword of the Word of God!

About harolene

Thank you for stopping by for a visit! If you read my thoughts you will see that I am sometimes serious, at other times sappy or funny, occasionally I am sad and sentimental, but I am always sincere! I am a single mother who raised two children, born ten years apart and different sexes so first it was bows and dolls, pretty dresses and boys! When my son was born it was rough and tumble games, baseball, soccer, wrestling and girls! I am known for my "smile" and for my default answer to any situation, "no problem", which was something I didn't realize I did until it was pointed out to me! I am a moon watcher and a star gazer. I am astounded and feel so small knowing that every creature that has ever walked the face of this earth has gazed upon that same beautiful orb that my eyes can behold on any night when the earth is not wearing her cloak of clouds. My parents have made me the person that I am. Their love, veracity in all areas of life, humor and passion for their work and each other have given me hope that my life can actually be a happy one! Chances are if you are reading this you already know all this but again, I appreciate your stopping by! While you're here hit the "Like" button for me and thanks for checking in!
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2 Responses to I found the Root!

  1. peajaye1 says:

    Queen Harolene!!! I paid you a generic compliment on Facebook, but for a more heart to heart, I retreated to our “secret place” Now I know that is funny being on the internet, but I do come here to WordPress and feel more cocooned with you here. The first time I found you here, I almost signed up for me a page too, but I held back.

    Years ago I bought an emotional healing package from one of my favorite teachers. It was as I recall close to $200 for the entire group of teachings. That was a lot of money back then but I was determined to press on in my Spiritual growth. It was also pre-CDs but post 8 tracks. So that tells you it had to be cassette tapes, which required one halfway through each tape to turn it over. Each of the teachings had several cassettes and there were maybe half a dozen series in this package. I devoured them over and over and over. I’ll only talk about the one that is the chord your most recent writing struck. It was called, “THE ROOT OF REJECTION”

    I had it. I believe it was developed when I stood on a chair to reach the phone when I was 3 to hear my Dad tell me that I had a new baby sister. My heart dropped and right there, I became acquainted with an age old problem, Somehow at 3 1/2 years of age, I felt responsible to help my Dad be happy with girls when what he wanted was boys. Now there was nothing in my Dad’s voice that eluded to anything but joy in the words he was saying. But I KNEW. I’ve forgotten what they were now because the root of rejection has been uprooted with my new gift of KNOWING, knowing who I am IN CHRIST, but I knew what my older sister’s boy name was and I knew what my boy name was and I even knew probably what my new little sister’s name would have been. So for Daddy to be telling me he didn’t get his boy, well, I KNEW how devastating that was for him. I purposed right there standing on the chair with the phone to my not yet 4 year old ear that I would somehow make that ok for him.

    My sister was (my Mother disputes parts of the details as I remember them) 6 weeks old, Mother says 6 months old, I say it matters not; we were 3 daughters and a set of parents living in a one bedroom apartment when Dad brought home my brother from the Pacific Garden Mission, a skidrow mission in Chicago. It was a huge place with many memories for me, but that was one of the first, Daddy bringing home the boy none of my us could be. He was 364 days younger than me. Always said we were twins for a day. His family had been burnt out of their home and I never really understood a lot of his history other than that.

    This little red headed boy became our foster brother and we eventually adopted him when I was 6 and he was 5. My Mother became pregnant again and had my younger brother. This is a sort of to be continued story.

    Queen Harolene, sometimes this stuff just pours out of me when triggered by something you wrote. So it is this adopted brother whose oldest son just chose to throw himself off a bridge, ending his life. It is this adopted brother who looks so much like your own brother. I found a facebook picture of the bishop to send my brother when I first found East West and even that brother thought it uncanny, the resemblance. My younger sister too agreed but my older sister didn’t see it. My heart breaks for the brother and the grief that overwhelmed me was more for the fragmented state of the family ties than anything else.

    There’s not a better way to end this, so I’m just gonna stop. Until next time, Queen Harolene. I hope you don’t mind, it rhymes, I love rhyming and you are a Queenly Whoa-Man.

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