Trusting Your Roots: Finding Strength and Faith When Starting Over

When my life unraveled in my late forties—divorce papers on the counter, boxes stacked in a new house, daughters looking to me for direction—I found myself standing on a street called Liberty Lane. I smiled at the irony. I was scared, uncertain, and yet… free.

As I hung family photos on bare walls, I realized I wasn’t building a new version of myself—I was remembering the woman I had always been.

Sometimes, we spend so much of our lives trying to outgrow where we came from that we forget our roots are what hold us up when everything else falls apart.

I used to resent the long farm days of my childhood—the endless work, the strict rules, the constant push to “do more.” But years later, when life threw me to the ground, it was that same work ethic and resilience that carried me through cancer, loss, and rebuilding from scratch.

The roots I once resisted became my lifeline.

I’ve learned that God doesn’t waste a single piece of our story. The contradictions we think make us “too much” or “not enough” are often the exact places where His strength shines through. He weaves it all together—our upbringing, our mistakes, our struggles—into a foundation we can stand on when the storms come.

So today, I want to remind you:
Your roots aren’t your limitations. They are your preparation.

The question isn’t whether your roots are perfect. The question is—are you brave enough to trust them?

Because the very things that once made you feel different might be the exact things that make you strong.

Your roots aren’t holding you back, friend.
They’re holding you up. 🌳