Transplanted

I am a transplant.

I started out in California. I am now in Idaho. I am soon to be in Texas.

Each place has a different culture. Different traditions. When you live in a place for any amount of time, that place leaves a bit of itself on your soul. When you move somewhere else it takes a while to adjust to the new culture and traditions. You are never the same person you were before you moved.

That’s why I’m a Texahoan. Or a Texacalifornahoan.

But even more than any of that. I am a Christian.

I am a transplant in Christ.

I have been taken from my original soil and transplanted into His soil. His soil is transforming “Miracle Grow” soil. I still struggle with some of the issues that come with that original soil. But the more I soak up God’s nourishment and let his fertilizing Word into my heart, the more I grow and change to be who I was truly created to be.

I become more peaceful. More confident. More patient.

His fruit grows on my branches. And He smiles at me.

He still has to prune me. He always will. That’s because He loves me and wants me to be the best most beautiful me that I can be.

It is because I know where my roots are planted that I know that wherever I am transplanted in this world I will be ok.

Jeremiah 17:8

“… like trees planted along a riverbank, with roots that reach deep into the water. Such trees are not bothered by the heat or worried by long months of drought. Their leaves stay green, and they go right on producing delicious fruit.”