I’ve spent a great deal of time digging in the dirt in the last few weeks.
I’ve divided African violets, re-potted house plants, and transplanted tender seedlings into larger containers.
Tomatoes, peppers, broccoli, cabbage, eggplants, cauliflower.
It’s a slow, meticulous and rather messy job, but it does give one a great deal of time to think.
While my hands were covered in potting soil and I carefully moved the tender root systems from one container to a larger one, it suddenly came to me that I am in a transplanting season in life.
My kids are growing up fast and and leaving. They are being transplanting from our home to homes and apartments of their own.
They’ve outgrown their old lives just as my seedlings have outgrown their pots.
They need more room.
But, unlike my plants, I will not be the one to transplant my children. It’s time for them to do it for themselves.
New jobs, new classes, new friends.
New problems, new responsibilities, new decisions.
On their own.
As I looked down at the tomato seedling in my hand and saw it’s fragile roots, I realized how vital a strong root system is to a plant.
How much more so for my children!
And my momma heart prayed, “Take care of the roots, children!”
Those precious roots that your dad and I have tried to build into your lives.
Roots that will anchor you in the bedrock of strong faith.
Roots that will help you stay strong when the world is storming around you.
Watch those roots!
Tend them carefully.
Give them good soil.
Let them grow deep and strong.
Please children, hear your momma’s heart.
Take care of the roots.