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Unraveling- Planted Feet

Unraveling- Planted Feet

Hi there! I’m so glad you found yourself here- whether your fingers accidentally slipped over the board or whether you have intentionally clicked on this post- it was not by mistake.  Let me first introduce myself a little bit- my name is Sara and I am first and foremost a follower and lover of Jesus. He has changed my life and I testify to His real, powerful presence. I’m a dreamer and a planner, spontaneous and calculated (weird huh?), wild (maybe not in the way people typically envision this) and careful, sensitive and strong-headed, ambitious, deep and full of life. I also laugh way too much at sometimes not so funny jokes. I love the Bible, flower gardens, flowers (obviously), coffee (classic), good books, chocolate (and just about anything sweet), going on walks. I love writing and exploring depths of my heart and also walking through them with others. Music is something that makes me come alive because it points me to the heart of the Father where I can freely dance and be myself. I am completely undone by the love and grace of Jesus.I am always drawn to adventure and unsatisfied by scratching the surface of things- friendships, concepts, ideas, dreams, you name it. I feel drawn to the depth of it all because that is where I found the richest treasures. I love to challenge my feet to explore new places and ideas; I love to climb impossible peaks and mountains with Him. I love writing and there’s so much more, I could honestly write a book about it.

This isn’t your typical blog post- to be honest I am not sure there’s a magical formula when starting something like this but maybe that’s a good thing.

Why am I starting this? I am not sure, but I felt prompted to. I’ve been afraid for too long, hiding behind the shadows of my own insecurity and comparison when it comes to writing – I have compared myself more than I’d like to admit to everyone else who is a pro at this(and who I really admire btw). I know I do not come close to being a good writer but I love to dance my way across painted pictures of words, images, dreams, thoughts, heartache, doubt,failure, and success- It’s how I process life. Lately, the Lord’s been teaching me to take off the bow-tie of the box I so easily put myself in and let it unravel- the beautiful, the ugly, the unexpected, the mundane, the colorful, the grey, the tears and the laughter- all of it. So maybe this has more to do with being obedient, taking risks and stepping fiercely into foreign land than showing off my writing skills. Maybe this has more to do with letting go of comparison, dueling failure, battling self-doubt , discounting norms and polished thoughts of “being perfect” . And if you’re anything like me, maybe this is giving you a little bit of courage and hope to do something you don’t feel entirely qualified for.

If you care about any of it and want to journey with me through this sometimes simple, sometimes complicated
thing we call “life” then this might be for you. If you love the sound of different dimensions pulverized in scented waves of depth and newness then this might also be for you. Maybe this will encourage somebody out there to do
something they never thought they would do- if this pushes someone over the edge of expectation, causes someone else to sail above their fears, or it nudges another to venture out into uncharted, undiscovered fields – then I’d say this was worth it. My heart for you is that you reach the shore of familiarity and comfort only to abandon security and let yourself be swept over by courageous oceans of novelty. My heart for you is that you will taste the sweet depths of His love and delight, as you let your heart be exposed before Him.  My heart for you is that as you read these words, and take a front seat on witnessing some of my battlefield, you will leave changed by moments of victory in your own life. My heart is that you will feel seen, loved, challenged in your mind and heart and that you will be prompted to explore and wonder in curiosity and courage, until you reach the other side of yourself- a new, unexplored ground.

I want this to be a space for your heart and mind to land when you’re burdened, but also a catapult when you need to be challenged. So bear with me as we begin this new thing together.

You might be wondering why I chose to name the blog “Planted feet” (sounds really weird so bear with me). I asked the Lord to give me a name for a blog if He wanted me to begin one and the first words I heard were “Planted Feet”. I thought it was a little bit lame, but I did not want to offend Him. I soon began asking Him why He chose that name and what He wanted to do with it. He pointed me to Psalm 1 and I did a little digging.

Psalm 1 MSG

You’re a tree replanted
in Eden,

bearing fresh fruit every month,

Never dropping a leaf,

always in blossom.

To plant means to “place or fix in a specified position”.  The word “replant” implies a do-over (something that has to be done again). We were once planted (fixed) in Eden, in the presence of God, in His heart. We were meant to be planted in a state of unbroken intimacy and communion with Him- we chose differently and it costed us greatly. However, the beauty of His love does not stop at promises of a coming Savior- it continues in passionate showers of mercy through the incarnation of Christ. When Jesus came, He facilitated a way for us to be replanted in Eden- in the state of perfect, unbroken communion with Him and that is the most beautiful thing I have ever come to know.

Everything we are and any fruit we bear comes from being planted in Him- if we aren’t planted there, we’ll be placed somewhere else. If you’re anything like me and have put yourself in all the wrong places, you’ll know that the devoid, dry and vacant spots you found yourself in are lifeless. But when I finally stopped searching for water in empty fountains, I found myself at His feet, washed over by His love. And then He started to engrave truth inside my heart as He taught my feet to remain firm and steady, planted on the foundation of WHO HE IS.

It is possible to be in a dry place and blossom- it is possible to be flooded and still bear fresh fruit; it is possible to experience angry wind and raging sea, yet never drop a leaf if you’re planted in Eden because it is a place of life and hope- it’s a place where Love does not run dry and where we discover His original design for us. We were created to be there, we were made for His presence. When we’re planted in His love, in who He says we are we understand our original design and we can begin to live out of a place of purpose- our defense drops, insecurity and fear bow, anxiety faints, depression lifts, doubt runs away because where the Lord is none of those things belong. Eden is the place of intimacy and unbroken communion and WE ALL HAVE ACCESS TO IT- isn’t that amazing?

I continuously go through processes and seasons of grounding myself in Him. I admit I am not perfect at it, but that’s the best part because where my strength ends is where His begins. He’s had and still has to replant me in Him at times by pruning different areas of my life- relationships, desires, passions, dreams. The alignment of my heart with His has brought me all those things I initially desired and more. So when I stand on solid ground, the lies coming at me drop. When I am secure in the place I have in Him, circumstances cannot waver the essence of my being-though they threaten with loud voice. I believe that He is rising up a generation that will be firmly planted in His love, unmoved from His truth.

The Planting Process

We can’t’ be replanted somewhere if the soil of our hearts is not malleable. The replanting process involves “inspecting roots and removing any dead, diseased, broken, or twisted roots” (taken from University of Maryland
“Planting Process”). As painful as this is, it is necessary. Freedom comes at the cost of us dying to ourselves and giving up something we were never meant to be in the first place. But He is patient, kind and gentle and Holy Spirit is the best gardener. I came out of a winter season about a year ago, which was incredibly lonely, painful and discouraging. I can’t tell you enough about how many times I wanted to sit on the sidelines and drop in harsh abandon. I felt tired of pursuing, hoping and worshiping. I felt tired of showing up for battle every day, only to see bruises of defeat as the victory mantle I was not supposed to carry. I doubted His goodness, His grace, His presence in my life. In spite of my doubt and shortcomings, He was working everything for MY GOOD. What I didn’t see is that He held on to me even when I wasn’t faithful. He gave me strength even when I felt too weak to ask for it. So I held on to His promises for me with everything I had .He did bring me back to the shore. I asked Him why I was in the winter season for so long and He said “I was cultivating fertile soil so that the mustard seeds (seeds of faith) can be planted in you”. The winter season was a season of replanting all the things that didn’t belong so that I could freely step into who He wanted me to be, unrestricted by fear. The Lord doesn’t do this because He is mean, but because He loves me and He loves us. And though we don’t see the full picture, He holds the full outcome. And I am so glad that He took me through that season of uprooting and re-positioning things in my life in order to be FREE; Freedom called forth my dreams back to life.

John 15: 9-10 MSG

“I’ve loved you the way my Father has loved me.
Make yourselves at home in my love. If you keep my commands, you will remain
intimately at home in my love”.

This is the best place I have ever found myself in. His heart is an invitation for us to be at home. And no matter the things I face, His presence is the constant melody that soaks up inequity.

Here it is friends- this is why I chose to name the blog “Planted feet”. I continuously come back the simple truth of be grounding myself in His love, in who He says I am. I am on a journey of discovering more and more of Him and I am not sure I’ll ever arrive to the shore on this side of eternity. But I sure am excited to go deeper with Him, layer after layer.

If we’re planted in Him, we are not restricted- in fact, we’re freer than ever because He does not restrain us, but releases us into adventure with Him. Being planted just means you will never have to be suffocated by fear, paralyzed in hopeless circumstance or unsettled about where you belong- because it is always with Him. You will discover that being replanted in Eden opens up doors you never thought would open up before you. You will find that His love is truly the only thing that satisfies and you will venture heaven-ward, dancing along wavelengths of freedom. Being planted in His love and holding unyielding assurance to who He says I am continues to change me. I hope it changes you too…