Our Roots Run Deep

                

    Family, that's what we are. But what is Family? Is it a bunch of individuals grouped together by a name or a group with similar features, with parents being the same? Or could it be a crew that stuck together and overcame the pain from segregation oh, and don't forget massa’s plantations.

 

Often times when I see family I think of a tree, something so big that started from something so small, something that has weathered many storms but refused to fall. Funny how our tree has so many branches growing in different directions, yet one thing remains true. They’re all connected. How could this be? Maybe by luck or even chance? Haha! I'm just joking this was God plan. He thought it out carefully, made every part so distinct, block by block the foundation he laid.  I guess this what the bible meant by wonderful and skillfully made.

 

I couldn't help but to stop and notice how our branches where thick and strong. The leaves so green and vibrant yet holding on. There must be a water source, but the surface is dry, something that can't be seen, at least not with the natural eye. I started to investigate, now I understand, the roots were feeding the tree. As I gazed in amazement, I realized the roots had no end but somewhere they had to begin. I looked further but they ran so deep. I took a second to pray and God revealed it all in a closer peep." There it was" at depth the was far deeper than roots and holding them together. Something so gentle, however it exceeded strong, the key ingredient to family, the reason it lived so long. A four-letter word that was sent from heaven above, I'll put it in simpler terms it was Love. Our roots run deep but our Love runs deeper. 

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By: Coty Lundy