“Blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him. They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit. (Jeremiah 17:7,8)”
Streamroots is a call to the water.
It’s a call to come and soak: to push deeper into the hidden, underground reservoir of our God-breathed, Christ-exalting faith, a fathomless reservoir that can rush quietly through our core but often remains untapped. It’s a call to brave the heat, to stand firm as the inferno rages and find that even in the midst of flames, fruit can be borne. It’s a call to uncover the wonder that the pruning of sanctification is the genesis for abundance.
It’s joy for the journey. It’s grace and goodness and mystery. It’s hope and harvest and certainty.
These musings are the outworking of what the Lord has birthed in my spirit through the travail and triumph of life. Many thoughts are the hard-won prize after years of Jacob-like wrestling. Others are the observations and mediations of a day. But as you ponder each, may you be mightily met by the God of endurance, encouragement and hope (Romans 15:5,13).
“And so, from the day we heard, we have not ceased to pray for you, asking that you may be filled with the knowledge of his will in all spiritual wisdom and understanding, so as to walk in a manner worthy of the Lord, fully pleasing to him, bearing fruit in every good work and increasing in the knowledge of God. May you be strengthened with all power, according to his glorious might, for all endurance and patience with joy, giving thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of the saints in light. He has delievered us from the domain of darkness and transferred us to the kingdom of his beloved Son, in whom we have redeption, the forgiveness of sins. (Colossians 1:9-14)”
I am wife to Christopher, that amazing husband and father whose beautiful romancing 29 years ago started so much.
I am mother to four incredible blessings: two stalwart young men, two radiant young women. Gifts of glory and sanctification, all.
I spent eighteen years of my life practicing at being a home educator: joyful, hard-won days filled with priceless memories and perpetual messiness.
I thrive most when teaching, mentoring, or loving on the upcoming generation.
My husband and I co-founded CRSSM, a ministry center in Costa Rica, where we lived for the first half of this year.
I am a fearless shower singer, a faithful Austen devotee, an unashamed musical watcher. I love to celebrate milestones with great aplomb. I delight in opening my home to friends and family, and at such events, steaming cups of tea are invariably found.
Learn more about the Nesbitt family and their ministry here.