The roots of a tumbleweed

By Jan Davis
Special to The PREVIEW
I watch from my living room window as winds swirl around the empty lot next to our home. A tumbleweed appears from nowhere, its origin unknown. Blown by gusts of air over miles of farmland. A fence line brings it to an abrupt halt, the trash collected on the journey wedged between two posts until released by a prevailing wind.
The tumbleweed is a reminder of my life before Jesus. Dad uprooted our young family when Mom passed away. We relocated to a different town. I never forgot my roots, but a dysfunctional childhood clouded the memories.
An abusive stepmother compelled me to move on. I became a tumbleweed tossed and torn. A bleak future and unknown destination stretched before me.
Difficult circumstances and tough decisions pushed me headlong on a destructive path. Outside forces set boundaries. Opposition strengthened my determination. It would be years before I put down roots.
Somewhere along the way, I met Jesus. He broke loose the ties to my past. His Word penetrated the deep crevices of my heart. One by one He ripped away the hurt, shame and disappointment. Jesus freed my heart of unwanted debris.
Through the gentle tug of His Holy Spirit, He lifted me up and transported me into a life I never dreamed possible. I experience His love and acceptance. I feel His peace. His grace surrounds me. I rest in Him, no longer tossed from place to place.
Because of Jesus this tumbleweed found a home safe within his outstretched arms.
“Then Christ will make his home in your hearts as you trust in him. Your roots will grow down into God’s love and keep you strong” — Ephesians 3:17 (NLT).

This story was posted on September 28, 2017.