God and my air vent have a lot in common.
This small picture has a frame about two and a half inches deep with a set of real roots attached horizontally to the foreground and a painting as a back wall,. The painting shows brown trees flying through the sky in a circle. The sky is too big to be framed in. So it shows itself on the outer edge of the frame and on the surrounding cubes.
Many of my friends have a constant faith, like a root grown down deep into our Father’s ground. Mine flits around and can’t always be found. At those times I CHOOSE faith rather lean on it.
A small black cat, named Tesla. lives at my house. He sits, neck stretched out as far as possible, head cocked to one side then the other, and he contemplates an air vent for five to ten minutes at a time. Now let me string all these thoughts together.
I worry about my after life. I know the Bible’s theory, I choose to believe but I haven’t seen it done nor have I died, yet, and been resurrected. I’m nervous about it, like I was about college before my first class. I want to see John after this earth life. I don’t want the “I” part of me to disappear into dust. If death was an air vent I’d sit beside Tesla and stare.
I have a different kind of brain than a cat so I understand furnaces and Tesla trusts me when I say, “It’s OK Tess, It won’t hurt you”. I’m good to my cat, he trusts me he doesn’t run when air rushes through but still he contemplates. God has a different kind of brain than me so, with this kind of logic, I choose to trust God when doubt bangs, back and forth, against the walls inside me and I panic. I choose to sink a root into God’s goodness, His plan and care, and I have seen evidence of these in my life. I trust Father as Tesla trusts me.
My faith is my root to God, after all God isn’t located only above me. My root just looks a little different than my friends’ roots and my lack of understanding does not evaporate reality.
Root – Framed
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