we've been repotting some plants around here…making room for roots to deepen and new growth to heighten. some plants needed some length trimmed, and those trimmed bits are growing new roots that will make new plants eventually.
this process reminds me of some repotting that is going on in our lives as well. one homeschool pot was replaced with the college pot this past year. it was a big change riddled with anxiety, yet resulting in rewarding growth. an orchestra has been outgrown and a new one will be a part of our lives with the new school year. excitement mixes with sadness for the pot left behind. the comfortable and predictable is being exchanged for the unknown.
this process reminds me of some repotting that is going on in our lives as well. one homeschool pot was replaced with the college pot this past year. it was a big change riddled with anxiety, yet resulting in rewarding growth. an orchestra has been outgrown and a new one will be a part of our lives with the new school year. excitement mixes with sadness for the pot left behind. the comfortable and predictable is being exchanged for the unknown.
as parents, we are continually repotting... giving our children, little by little, new space to stretch their roots allowing new growth to heighten. it is beautiful, if a bit terrifying, to allow the space…but then to see the maturity and witness the good decisions... amazing. this process is soul-stretching for all of us.
what i've found harder still is my own repotting. how quickly i went from being the mama of babies and toddlers to being the mama of school-aged girls and then being the mama of teenagers. (the days are long, my friends, but the years are short.) my roots are stretching, stretching for something firm to burrow into…ever stretching to experience the embrace of my heavenly Father…stretching to know the assurance that He loves my girls more than i do…stretching to know that it is He who holds it all together.
what i've found harder still is my own repotting. how quickly i went from being the mama of babies and toddlers to being the mama of school-aged girls and then being the mama of teenagers. (the days are long, my friends, but the years are short.) my roots are stretching, stretching for something firm to burrow into…ever stretching to experience the embrace of my heavenly Father…stretching to know the assurance that He loves my girls more than i do…stretching to know that it is He who holds it all together.
i struggle to remember that all the pots and all that is in them belong to the Lord. my roots must cling to Him and trust that the growth He has before me and my girls will be done through His strength and under His watchful eye. and as i help them into each new pot, the message needs to be the same for them as it is for me. stretch and grow, but never stop stretching those roots for Christ's embrace…rest in the assurance of His love…and grow in the knowledge that it is He who holds it all together.
love,
jane
love,
jane
