Back to roots

I used to think about myself as if I were a plant, a plant with small roots, shy stem, but with great ambitions, the necessary leaves, flowers and eventually fruits. Day after day I was adding new leaves, endless to do lists, and in the happier seasons of my life, some flowers. Now and then the fruits, success’ joyful moments, were coming easy, effortlessly. Other times, although I was working hard, organized and continuously, nothing was coming my way and I could not understand why. The problem was that I concentrated on things that can be seen, things that I thought mattered. My efforts never aimed my roots. I have learned the hard way this lessons and I am still learning that without roots, you’re nothing. The longer you spend reading or meditating at God’s word, praying for you and for others, your roots become stronger and they go deeper. Once you start giving up yourself, trusting your problems in God’s hand, life becomes simple and you start seeing what really matters. I had to go through cancer experience for learning a vital lesson. Like in the grain seed parable, if that seed does not die, it will remain alone. I have learned to find time for my roots because only they can give me the energy to love God and love people. It’s like stopping from dreaming all the time what you want to be, because only this will prevent you from becoming who you really are.