we have “an enemy we tolerate at our peril”
and self is rooted into my heart; crowding out Him.
But removing even one of these roots,
these things that I dare not live without is frightening
But freedom comes only from removing those things. It is not an easy thing to move outward into freedom. To ask the Lord to yank and destroy. It hurts.
Some of these roots are deep and will take more than a few tugs.
Some of these weeds that choke are beautiful on the outside. But they do choke Him out.
Like the Lord used Isaac to root out Abraham, He is rooting me out. Yet, it is not emptiness that comes from this rooting, but a fullness like nothing I tried to use to fill me would do.
This rooting is not always a destroying or taking away either, but rather redistribution of where they are.
“becoming poor in spirit is not for lack of having things, but rather where those things are.”
It is in committing these people, places, opportunities and things to Him that He pulls the roots. Dare I commit my children or my husband to Him…despite what pulling these roots might mean? Yes! For only when they are fully given over to Him are they safe.
“everything is safe which we commit to Him, and nothing is really safe which isn’t so committed.”
“Plough deep in me, great Lord, heavenly husbandman,
that my being may be a tilled field,
the roots of grace spreading far and wide,
until thou alone art seen in me,
thy beauty golden like the summer harvest,
thy fruitfulness as autumn plenty.”
I am tiptoeing on the edge. For in relinquishing everything
I find more.
And I find freedom. Freedom to walk out my door, make decisions, make choices, love, dream, create…
“Then shall my heart have no need of the sun to shine in it, for Thyself wilt be the light of it and there shall be no night there.”
(all quotes from Tozer, minus the prayer in bold. It is from Valley of Vision)