Rooted.

We stood around an island of moss yesterday. My vision focused in and out of the shadows of branch arms waving hello to our company and I could feel my heart sway with my body. We never stand quite as still as we believe. I closed my eyes and tried to be as still as possible. I could feel the weight shift on my toes to my heels, through my knees and hips while I swayed like the trees above us do so swiftly. Except, I didn't want to be moved. I wanted to physically be still before the Lord. Put all my movement into Him.

I have noticed that my heart has faltered like my balance more than several times this week alone. Like when you're about to fall asleep and your body jolts. I feel these flickers of light and breathe slowly jolting me back to where I am. As I looked around I noticed everyone swaying. Everyone in motion. I wondered how much they noticed it. Movements of ankles, knees, etc while we focus on other aspects of life. All the while what is truly holding us up, what is helping us to see, breathe, stand and speak is Gods creation with in us and His divine workings with in each of us, causing individuality.

 How do I get these thoughts from swaying on a trail? What does it matter? Because it doesn't matter. Not in a sense that it would make any logical sense except to prove the divine power of God. To have a thought, simplicity in observation spark something beautiful.

There have been many hours where I feel I have been greatly over thinking very small things. Becoming discouraged while equally trying to surrender many things. And yet if God can create me with these desires deep with in who I am, there are many more things beneath the surface, more detail, like muscles in motion, tendons and blood vessels. Nerves that are pinched with impatience creating the sense of urgency and pressure I put on my own shoulders daily instead of surrendering it entirely. I'd rather sit on it like a foot, allowing it to fall asleep instead of allowing Father God to revive me when ever I feel like I'm experiencing heart failure. It is something I am reminded to work on, on a daily basis.

Trees sway... As do we.