I live in California. AKA paradise. Except for home prices, traffic, and the occasional earthquake, it’s pretty amazing here.
One of my favorite parts of southern California is the palm tree. You can’t throw a rock in my neighborhood without hitting one. You can’t drive a block without spotting one.
To me, palm trees say: Vacation! Relax! Enjoy! Drink something with a little umbrella in it! Even when I’m trying to wrangle two kids into car seats or heading toward a difficult hospital visit, seeing a palm tree makes me smile.
Which is why I was shocked to hear that they are a pain. Why? Because palm trees grow serious roots. If there’s one in your yard, it will mess up your pipes something fierce. We’re talking hundreds or even thousands of dollars worth of damage if you aren’t vigilant.
I want to be a palm tree.
No, I don’t want to mess up people’s water pipes. But I do want roots that dig deep and grab hold, not just of the ground but of the truth and love and hope and peace and joy and fellowship of Jesus Christ.
It’s like Paul says:
Palm trees make it through hurricanes because their roots go down deep.
Don’t you want to do the same?
Courtney Ellis 