Here is another beautiful metaphor from the created world, illuminating a spiritual principle which is as sure and practical as the natural fact of a tree's need for water. My spirit comes to rest nowhere in all the universe but in the Lord. There and nowhere else I find what slakes my thirst, sustains me, causes fruit to appear, and preserves me from fear. I must be planted—that is, permanently settled, fixed, and as peaceful as a tree about its assigned place—not in any special “work” or geographical location, necessarily, but in the Lord Himself. Daily I stretch my roots along that fresh, pure stream of His love. I drink living water when I come to Him. Then, when the heat comes, as it is sure to do, I have nothing to fear.
Plant me, Lord. Remind me to stretch my roots to drink of the Water of Life. Refresh me today in Your love, so that in Your coolness I may stand the heat.
-Elisabeth Elliot, The Music of His Promises