A month ago I had the honor to be in my sister’s wedding in Montana. After the wedding, we drove along the Bear Tooth Pass, a scenic route that takes you up 10,000 feet. The view during the entire drive was stunning. What astounded me even more than the mountainous topography was the vast amount of wildflowers growing. These flowers were growing in extreme conditions: rocky soil, thin and windy air, and cold temperatures.
In the midst of my awe, I began to think about roots and what it means to be simultaneously tender and strong, delicate and resilient. Colossians 2:7 came to mind where Paul tells the church to be, “rooted and built up in Christ and established in the faith.”
When we’re rooted in Christ, the rock, we can be going through the most difficult circumstances and continue to flourish. Everything within us might feel like its dying from the cold wind buffeting against us and the sparse air constricting our breathing, but we remain standing gorgeous and secure.
Psalm 62:2 says this about God: “He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be greatly shaken.” Terrible and unexplainable things happen in life and it is during those moments that I have to say, “He alone is my rock,” not my family, my friends, my job, my own understanding, my emotions, or my possessions. Sometimes I have to come to the end of myself in order to realize that He alone is my rock.
When we’re rooted in Christ and tender hearted towards Him, the rock, we remain standing, not dislodged or overthrown. We can find ourselves 10,000 feet up in the most extreme circumstances, and because we’re relying on Him, we continue to bloom and flourish.