My dad gave me a wonderful verse the other day:
Job 14.7 (Message): For a tree there is always hope. Chop it down and it still has a chance– its roots can put out fresh sprouts. Even if its roots are old and gnarled, its stump is long dormant, at the first whiff of water it comes to life, buds and grows like a sapling.
So, there’s hope. I smell it out there, somewhere. But I don’t know what to do– wait for it to come to me, or run after it with the power given to me? There’s something out there. God has something wonderful for me. Even more than I even ever thought. I have wonderful things, but there are marvelous things out there that He has for me. My roots should ideally “go down deep into the soil of God’s marvelous love” (Ephesians 3.17b, NLT).
There’s hope. I can smell it. I’m positive it smells better than dry-rotted tree roots.