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Permanence


 Permanence has been on my mind.  I'm obsessing over gardening this time of year and dreaming about building more permanent raised beds.  These beds provide soil the  opportunity to settle in.  Worked deep and full of all of the great worms and compost and bacteria that provides nutrients to my growing plants.

Permanent.  Lasting.  Intending to last.  From Latin…remaining to the end. 
…enduring, continuing, eternal, abiding,

Permanence has fallen out of vogue in this go-go culture of rapid change.  Today’s multitasking, instant access self-absorbed and having it all belief systems seems to be a reaction to the “it’s how it has always been done” thinking of the past. 

Swinging wildly from one side of the pendulum to the other has left us all with a little bit of whip lash….and lots of insecurity.

Permanency creates healthy and resilient children who stand securely on a strong attachment and sense of belonging. Growing up with the knowledge that their parents intend to last and are an enduring and secure base allows for risk in other areas of life. 

Permanence is the deeply worked environment of the time, fruit, failure and compost of our lives that eventually sprouts focus and intentional living.

 Endurance becomes a highly developed muscle moving the tendons of perseverance and the structure of values and belief.

Permanence moves our soul from the finite corrupting body of flesh to the eternal spiritual home in heaven.  From the shifting sand of relativism to the abiding and continuing truth of God’s Kingdom.


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