Crowns and Roots…
Hello lovelies, I’ve missed you all with the strength of a thousand suns… I know I’ve been MIA for a good while, but I’m glad to be back here again, writing and sharing my thoughts to you, spilled right through my fingertips… I hope you’re doing well, through all the changing scenes of life…
I had a long day at work today, and once I stepped into my apartment and set my groceries down, I did the next best thing any sane woman would do — I took off my bra and sighed deeply…
After freshening up, decided to deal with the things I’d bought — I couldn’t just leave them bare in the kitchen. I sorted the fruits into bowls; those for the fridge for the fridge, and those unripe for a bowl on the countertop.
Then I realised, my carrots — some of my dear carrots were starting to go bad; a full unopened bag I’d bought about a week and a half ago was going bad, and I hadn’t even noticed until then! So, I opened the bag, salvaged what I could and tossed the clearly rotten ones in the trash. Then I washed them, and peeled the skin with my potato peeler, and then I cut the crown and the roots…
That was when it dropped in my spirit; crowns and roots! God is both our crown and our roots…
It was a split second of insight; why after washing, did I not just put them back in the fridge? Why did I peel, and then feel the need to chop the softening ends? Why? Because the washing and the peeling were all good endevours, but if I didn’t salvage the carrots by chopping off parts of the crown and root, the soft rot would continue eating right through again, until everything went bad… I patted them dry, placed them in a tissue lined ziplog bag and put it back in the fridge…
In that split second, of doing a mundane task such as cleaning carrots my heart contemplated something profound…
Jesus is both our crown and our roots; our beginning and our end; our source and our sustenance; the way of life and to life. And as long as we take care of our crown and our roots, there would always be hope for life; it doesn’t matter how far the rot might have eaten away, it is always salvageable. It doesn’t matter the chaos of the past; and how bad and broken it seems — when we come to Jesus, he both salvages and saves, and brings us to a place as if we never had any rot…
… when we are firmly planted and rooted in him, he becomes our glory (crown) and the lifter up of our heads.
When we allow his aroma to permeate every aspect of our lives, we become a fragrance for all…
It doesn’t matter how bad things are, or how far gone we are; we can and will be saved by God to the uttermost. We can and will be brought back into the fold of his endless love and grace, when we make him our roots, the wind beneath our wings to guide our flight…
Every tree that has roots, definitely has a crown (its branches and its leaves). Once you are planted in God, the glorious expression of his life will show; he will both make you his crown and crown you in all things…
They say God comes to women — God comes to us… I truly believe it. In the big things and the little things.
As we go about even the mundanities of life, he whispers in our ears, and confirms his presence in our inhalations and exhalations…
My dearest darling, make Jesus your crown and roots — its the only way to stay truly alive…
#robbiewrites #radiantrobbie 6.3.2024
Happy Independence Day to Ghana, by the way…
Also, I was quite nervous writing this piece — I haven’t blogged in such a long time, and I was anxious that my thoughts wouldn’t flow, and I couldn’t write as creatively and as intricately as I’ve written in the past. But I’m writing this anyway — I’m giving him this, as a testament of my roots and crowns. Let him do with it as he pleases…
Lots of love, Radiant Robbie…
