Protect the roots

Protect the roots

It was really too far to drive for just the day.  On top of that, the timing was terrible.  I was planning to leave the next morning on a ten hour drive so it made no sense to spend twelve hours in the car the day before.  But I had promised my mother I would go, so I went.

KINFOLK

I call it our Cajun Easter.  My maternal grandmother’s brother’s family gathers the Saturday before Easter on the bayou to eat crawfish. They aren’t Cajun, but the food is. And they drink sweeeet tea.  Tea is pronounced in about three syllables.  My kinfolk are good people.  We have not seen each other in a couple of years and truthfully the number of times we have seen each other in ten or twenty years could be counted on our fingers.  But when we get together we pick up where we left off, we laugh and talk nonstop. On the drive home my mother and I try to sort out whose kids are whose and what so and so’s husband does for a living.

Colossians 4:6, “Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone.” NIV

PRESERVING HISTORY

According to my cousin, a city ordinance exists in Austin, Texas to protect historical downtown.  If a tree measures greater than nineteen inches in diameter there is  a seventeen foot perimeter where building is prohibited. Gotta protect the roots.  Yeah, I understand that.  It’s important.  And it takes a lot of space and effort.  Like a six hour drive on a Saturday, one way.

Psalm 80:14,15, “Return to us, God Almighty!  Look down from heaven and see!  Watch over this vine, the root your right hand has planted, the son you have raised up for yourself.” NIV

GENERATIONS

My grandmother’s brother lived in Louisiana.  They called him Arkie because of his Arkansas roots.  They called us Arkie’s people.  Ever noticed how much of the Bible is dedicated to lineage?  God often referred to Himself as the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.  Jesus’ lineage contained some pretty shady characters, especially the women.  We’ve had a few characters in our past too.

Matthew 1:2, “Abraham begat Isaac; and Isaac begat Jacob; and Jacob begat Judah and his brethren,”  KJV

NOT JUST BLOOD KIN

They had never met my youngest daughter.  I didn’t even meet her until she was nearly eleven years old.  When we left, she said, “They treated me like they had always known me, like family.  They loved me.”  I know.  That’s why family is so important.  I am not Jewish but I am adopted into the family of God through faith in Jesus Christ.

Romans 4:16, ”  This is why the promise is by faith, so that it may be according to grace to guarantee it to all the descendants-not only to those who are of the law but also to those who are of Abraham’s faith.  He is the father of us all.” HCSB

WE   ARE   FAM-IL-Y

“I’ got all my sistas with me.”  I belong to a family who shares genes and a surname.  I am a member of a church family who has ministered to me and my family so much since my diagnosis.  I am also part of a family of people all over the world who have myasthenia gravis.  They are special to me even though I have never met them in person.  They get it.  Most importantly, I am part of the family of Christ.  We truly are brothers and sisters, even if we haven’t met.  Yet.

Galatians 4:6, “And because you really are His sons, God has sent the Holy Spirit of His Son into our hearts, crying, Abba Father!”  AMP

STAY CONNECTED

I have often wondered how anyone can handle the difficulties of life without a network of believers who share their faith.  My relatives lead different lives and they worship in a different denomination. But we are kinfolk.  They love me and they love Jesus.  Protecting the roots requires a lot of space.  It is worth the effort.  It is my heritage.  I am Arkie’s people.

John 15:5, “I am the Vine, you are the branches. When you are joined with me and I with you, the relation intimate and organic, the harvest is sure to be abundant.” MSG

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12 thoughts on “Protect the roots

  1. Vicky, I don’t comment much, but I really do like your blog! You’re still “giving” to a lot of us, even after life has forced you to slow down. Thanks!

  2. The love of a family is soooo important I am thankful God placed me in Arkie’s family and because Jesus died for us all who believe are sons and daughters of the King we are the family of God if I don’t see you here I will see you in Heaven what a family reunion that will be

  3. So precious! How thankful I am that we are Arkie’s family. Love my family so much. And so very thankful that we are a part of the family of God.

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