
Think of a tree that has been translanted after many years of growth. This beautiful tree has been growing in the same soil for years, it has grown to love its surroundings, stretching its roots deep. It has grown comfortable, and it intends to continue to grow stonger and more beautiful as time goes by. But now, it finds itself in a state of shock; the tree has been transplanted from its well rooted soil, to a completely new area. This once beautiful tree, now in shock and confusion, must learn to adapt, as well as learn how to devote such strength in its growth as it did in its previous state.
This is a sort of comparison to myself. I was born into, and grew up in a Baptist home. I grew strong and my roots grew deep. I knew what I believed, and I pursued it with zeal. I had a special devotion towards all I held Scripturally dear. By the time I was fifteen, I never missed my personal morning and evening prayers with my Creator. I did my utmost best to keep up on my daily reading of two chapters out of my Bible a day. I was devoted to what I believed, and I wasn't afraid to stand on the streets with my dad while he preached and be ready to talk to someone about the Bible, if they came up to me. Devotion and a steady mind kept a spring in my step.
But now, my roots have been dug up and exposed to so many new thoughts and ideas, so many Scriptural eye-openers! I find myself climbing down the tree of the approximate 32,000 (something like that:) Christian and non-christian denominations, and climbing onto the Branch of the Root of Yahweh! And, though I have learned SO much in these past 3-5 months, and though I am loving every bit of it, and though I have such a strong desire to learn more and more, I realize that, I am not devoted. If I was devoted, I would not miss my every morning praise to Yahweh for the day He created as I step out of my bed to begin my day; I would not miss my special daily prayers; I would not miss my daily reading of the Psalms & Proverbs; And I most certainly would not miss my Shabbat Torah Portions!
Yes, I am learning, but my fire in the camp of devotion has died down. But, HalleluYah (Literally meaning, Praise Yah!), my Creator has slowly, surely, and sweetly began to bring this to my attention and lay it upon my heart! I read the most amazing article tonight taken from the book called, 'The 48 Ways to Wisdom' by Rabbi Noah Weinberg, called 'Way #1 Be Aware of Every Moment.' I suggest everyone read this! Rabbi Noah wrote of paying attention to every detail, to devoting oneself to take time every day to simply....think. To stop wasting time daydreaming, and put those wasted minutes to use! Use these times and moments to think of a personal problem, and think of ways to better it. Or, simply use this time in prayer. All in all, be aware of EVERY moment! Be devoted to a cause, pursue it with zeal, and use your mind as Yahweh intended for us to.
This is so convicting to me, as I am sure that, if I put all my wasted minutes to use, I could have read my two chapters daily, I could have got on my knees and prayed, I could have studied some Hebrew, I could have finished two or three books that I started a month or two ago.
My roots are being planted, now it's time for me to devote my strength to the cause! May Yahweh my Elohim show His lovingkindness and patience towards me as I take this next step into the growth if my roots! May the camp of devotion be rekindled, and may I always be aware of every moment that Yah puts in my life.
Shalom Aleichem, friends. I pray your camps are burning brightly!