Let Your Roots

Lately, I’ve done one of my infamous disappearing acts.  Instead of maintaining the charade that I can hold it all together with blog, kids, and home, I have decided to forego “consistent blogging” in favor of other activities like  . . . .gardening, binge watching Burn Notice on Netflix, and making our house all “vacummey.” (Anika actually came out of her room and declared in a suspicious voice  ” Iss all vaccuumey in dere!”)

Evidently, I’m not so great at writing when my muse decides to skip in the garden, so instead of making you suffer through badly written posts contrived in desperation, I just  . . . didn’t.

But now I have something to say.

Each time I bend over my little square foot gardens to pluck out a dastardly weed, bemoan a nibbled spinach, or tuck in another bean seed, there is a little refrain that keeps running through my brain.

Let your roots run deep.

I shouldn’t be too surprised.  In fact, I’ve explained to several friends who were putting in gardens that the “Mel’s Mix” soil mixture used in square foot gardening is specifically designed to “let your roots run deep.”  It is the perfect balance of moisture and porousness, which enables the roots to go STRAIGHT down, maximizing the space you have. You can plant in a small space if your roots can go down deep instead of spreading out in search of water and nutrients.

Now, because I’m a cheapskate and line my beds with paper bags instead of weed barrier, I recently had to dig out all of the Mel’s Mix from last year’s square foot garden and “clean it.”  The paper bags eventually disintegrate and let weeds through.  I dug the soil out. I lay down new paper bags. Finally, I spaded through last year’s soil, sifting out the weeds, hairy little strings, sprouting acorns, and other invaders.   Meanwhile, I sat at the edge of my garden hearing the mantra.

Let your roots run deep.

“I AM! I AM!” I mentally shouted back to mantra-voice. “Don’t you see me painstakingly CLEANING this dirt.” (Like an oxymoronic chump in a paradox.) “I’m TOTALLY letting my roots run deep.”

Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts.”

“Oh great.” I internally said to the voice (which was  beginning to sound like the Holy Spirit). “This is a spiritual lesson isn’t it!?”

Let the word of  Christ richly dwell within you.

“Apparently the word of Christ is dwelling within me, or we wouldn’t be having this conversation, now would we?”

Richly, smart-aleck.” (The Holy Spirit has my number, I think.)

And then I realized that once again Grace for the Good Girl, a book that I studied this winter with some other gals, was out to get me again, penetrating my life even as I cleaned my dirt.  I couldn’t escape all the “letting” that she talked about. That the Bible talks about.  That my own brain and the Holy Spirit within me talks about.

Let. Let. Let. Let. Let.

Let go.

Let in.

Let alone.

Let your roots . . .Let the peace . . . Let the word.

To me, let is a word that basically means . . . .something or someone else with the power does the work.  All the while I just stand or sit or watch and

do NOT do . . . .

one.

dang.

thing.

Right??

Let is passive.  And I am not a big fan of the passive. I am a big fan of The Control. I am a fan of The Doing. . . . .of The Serving and Moving and Forcing and Enacting.

So I dig and I think and I weed and I think.

I pull out one gnarly knot after another of useless, old dead tendrils of past life.  I purge all the skinny, starved, winter-wrecked remnants of a plant that is forgotten. I make room for a new life, which will just miraculously stretch new roots down into a rich, deep, newly composted abundant soil where it will dwell. . . . and grow.

It is made to grow. It is meant to produce. It is designed, under the right condition, to be beautiful.  (See the verse at the top of page by the header if my metaphor is not clear enough.)

It dawned on me suddenly, and even now that the good, strong, miraculous and powerful work is NOT mine to do. I am just to LET it be done by the life-giver to whom I have relinquished control. Haven’t I?

I am to allow, to make space, to make the conditions right for the gardener to come along and do WHAT HE DOES.

Sigh.

Quite often I think that I am the gardener. But I am the plant. The sheep. The follower.

This is not to say there is nothing for me to do, such as ridding my garden of old dead inhibiting tangled roots from the past.  Perhaps sometimes my only job is in preparing to LET my roots run deep. Hmm . . . I wonder how to do that.

What does LET mean to you?

 

7 Responses to Let Your Roots

  1. Gaby May 2, 2012 at 10:26 pm #

    Let, allow, give up control, surrender. Hard for us control-freak, strong-willed women. But oh, the peace and freedom that comes with surrender.

    In the end, I think I would rather be the sheep and the plant. To be taken care of rather than burdened. To be pruned and loved and watered. There is something relaxing about just letting…

    • Katrina May 2, 2012 at 10:46 pm #

      I agree. I don’t think it is from lack of wanting to be cared for that I resist “letting.” I think I just forget. I forget that my job is to let HIM and my job is to rest in that. :)

  2. Anitajoye May 3, 2012 at 11:00 am #

    on a practical note, skip the paper bags and go for cardboard boxes. pizza boxes work great. they do eventually break down, but not as fast. i’m using them in my lasagna gardens. which i need to go work on… la’ers.

  3. Amy in Wanderland May 3, 2012 at 12:49 pm #

    I’m impressed that you would sift through all that dirt and remove the ick. Let your roots run deep … one WOULD think about such things while gardening. I think I need to go play in the dirt, too. Thank you. :)
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    • Katrina May 4, 2012 at 7:07 am #

      Anything to get out of the house. :)

  4. Jamie May 15, 2012 at 4:14 pm #

    I am glad I stopped by here. {it is been a while a few weeks – Hi!} My word for the year is Rooted and I’ve been thinking these thoughts, kinda surveying what He’s doing in me with this word. So it was no accident that I landed here to see your post! :) Emily’s book is so good. We’ve been digging into some of what it teaches in a class at church. Anyhow, thanks for being used to reiterate some things God is teaching me.
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