Listening to a song this morning, I got an image of someone walking by the river amidst big, gnarled, roots. The kind that lay half-buried under the dirt. Occasionally stretches of the underlying roots will emerge. Recently my son saw one of these uncovered portions and, thinking it was a stick, tried to pick it up to toss it into the river. It wouldn't budge.
I have waited while this message unfurled and gained clarity. For some, now is a time in which good things from the past are going to spring back into life! These roots may have seemed dormant or