Rooted

For the few who have actually gotten close to me, you've probably noticed I've taken to a couple of verses.

Ephesians 3:17-18, which talks about being rooted deeply in God's love. 

And Psalm 1:3, which is David asking God to plant him as a tree by water.

Time and time again, I'm drawn back to these verses.

At the core of who I am, I desire these things.

To be firmly rooted and established in Love (which is God-1John 4:8).

To be drawing from God so much that I pull from him as my main source just as a tree planted by a river constantly pulls in the water flowing next to it and the life it's providing.

For the longest time, this is the only way I've thought of the word rooted.

But the other day, it struck me...

There's another way to be rooted.

The way I normally use the word root is like it is in Ephesians, rooted in God's love, established, planted.

But what happens to a tree that has died? 

And what has to be done to a weed to insure that it doesn't come back?

They both must be pulled from the ground.

The puller must ensure that they are rooted... that their roots are pulled out.

No longer planted.

Completely detached.

Gone.

Which got me to thinking.

Am I rooted enough in God that I can let him root me of all other things?

Am I rooted enough in God that even when things don't make sense, even when the rooting hurts like no other pain I've experienced, I can choose to be okay with it continuing?

Are my roots deep enough to trust that God knows what he's doing when he decides to pull something out?

I want to be rooted. 

All definitions of the word.