Humble Roots: How Humility Grounds and Nourishes Your Soul

Humble Roots: How Humility Grounds and Nourishes Your Soul

by Hannah Anderson

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Feeling worn thin? Come find rest.

The Blue Ridge Parkway meanders through miles of rolling Virginia mountains. It’s a route made famous by natural beauty and the simple rhythms of rural life.

And it’s in this setting that Hannah Anderson began her exploration of what it means to pursue a life of peace and humility. Fighting back her own sense of restlessness and anxiety, she finds herself immersed in the world outside, discovering a classroom full of forsythia, milkweed, and a failed herb garden. Lessons about soil preparation, sour mulch, and grapevine blights reveal the truth about our dependence on God, finding rest, and fighting discontentment.

Humble Roots is part theology of incarnation and part stroll through the fields and forest. Anchored in the teaching of Jesus, Anderson explores how cultivating humility—not scheduling, strict boundaries, or increased productivity—leads to peace.  “Come unto me, all who labor and are heavy laden,” Jesus invites us, “and you will find rest for your souls.”

So come. Learn humility from the lilies of the field and from the One who is humility Himself. Remember who you are and Who you are not, and rediscover the rest that comes from belonging to Him.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780802414595
Publisher: Moody Publishers
Publication date: 10/04/2016
Pages: 208
Sales rank: 118,768
Product dimensions: 5.20(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.60(d)

About the Author


HANNAH R. ANDERSON lives in the haunting Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. She spends her days working beside her husband in rural ministry, caring for their three children, and scratching out odd moments to write. In those in-between moments, she contributes to a variety of Christian publications and is the author of Made for More (Moody, 2014) and Humble Roots (Moody, 2016). You can connect with her at her blog www.sometimesalight.com and on Twitter @sometimesalight.

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Humble Roots

How Humility Grounds and Nourishes Your Soul


By hannah anderson, Pam Pugh

Moody Publishers

Copyright © 2016 Hannah Anderson
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-8024-9445-0



CHAPTER 1

Withering on the Vine


"The kind of life that makes one feel empty and shallow and superficial, that makes one dread to read and dread to think, cant be good for one, can it? It can't be the kind of life one was meant to live." — Willa Cather


I was done. I had reached my limit.

I rolled over to check the time — 1:26 a.m. — and then rolled back over to look at my husband. By the light of the waxing moon, I could just make out the shape of his body under the white matelasse quilt we shared; his eyes were closed, his head resting serenely on his pillow. As my eyes adjusted to the silver-blue light, I could also see that his cotton pillowcase had a dark smudge on it — the consequence of having three children who love to cuddle and having made chocolate no-bake cookies earlier in the day. Remember to strip the bed in the morning and put a load in the washer before you make breakfast, I instructed myself, knowing full well that I wouldn't.

I looked back at my husband who lay there facing me, although not seeing me. His entire body was relaxed, his arm draped across his bare chest, one hand extending in my direction and the other tucked beneath his head in an almost childlike posture. His breathing was heavy but unrushed, rhythmic and content. The breathing of a man at rest. The breathing of a man oblivious to the fact that he was sleeping on a chocolate-stained pillowcase.

This wasn't the first time I'd found myself wide awake while everyone else in the house was asleep. If anything, it seemed to be happening more and more often despite the fact that all my children were past the nighttime feedings of infancy and soaked sheets of the toddler years. When one of them did need me, they'd simply stumble into our bed, dragging their blankets and stuffed menagerie with them. There was little reason for me to be awake at 1:26 a.m.

But there I lay: restless while everyone else rested.

To make matters worse, I was finding that my agitation didn't limit itself to nighttime hours. During the day, my mind raced from one responsibility to the next, mentally calculating all the things I needed to accomplish before bed. It also kept track of how many calories I'd consumed, what chores I'd left undone, and my failures to be an appropriately invested mother, readily available friend, and consistently devoted wife. And all of it made me so very tired.

I was tired of feeling judged everywhere I turned — unfinished to-do lists, neglected friendships, unreturned voicemails, and looming deadlines. I was tired of feeling overworked, tired of being stressed out, tired from all the busyness. I was tired of being sensitive, fragile, and snippy. I was also tired of knowing that I had absolutely no right to feel the way I did.


Blessed?

Despite my restlessness, our family was in the middle of one of the most blessed, most productive times of our lives. For many years of our married life, we'd existed in crisis mode: young babies, un- and underemployment, issues at church, and multiple job transitions. But recently, Nathan had landed his dream job as a pastor of a small church in Appalachia, less than an hour from where he'd grown up. Like Edward Ferrars in the 1995 screen adaptation of Sense and Sensibility, my husband wanted nothing more than "a small parish where [he] might do some good. Keep chickens. Give very short sermons." So after eleven years of marriage — and almost as many moves — we returned to his home, to his Virginia, bought our first house, and started to put down roots. The move itself wasn't too difficult for me because I'd grown up in a similar community in the Pennsylvania foothills. I understood the cultural rhythms and loved the intimacy of smaller congregations. As a family, we were also moving into a new phase: Our children were quickly becoming self-reliant and nary a diaper, jar of baby food, or backward-facing car seat was in sight. To top it off, I'd just published a book. By anyone's standards, we were experiencing a new level of financial, physical, and professional freedom.

But still I felt weighed down.

For a while, I chalked it up to the stress of moving, the adjustment of living in yet another new place, meeting new people, and settling in.

It's a busy season ...

If we can just get through this week, next week will be easier ...

Maybe I need a girls' night out or a vacation ...

If everyone would stop asking me to do stuff, I'd be okay. ...

But eventually, like the excuse of motherhood, these excuses wore thin too. Time passed, we developed a routine, but I still felt overwhelmed. The work I accomplished each day never felt like enough, and I regularly crawled into bed feeling like a failure. Some nights, as I lay awake next to my husband, I wondered whether I really wanted to sleep after all: I'd simply have to wake up the next morning and start the cycle all over again.

Nathan, on the other hand, seemed to experience a natural (and infuriating) calm. He'd come home from the church, change out of his dress clothes, and work around the house. He'd play or do homework with the kids, putter in his garden, split firewood for the coming winter, and eventually, when it was time for bed, lay his head on his pillow and drift into an effortless eight hours of rest.

"How do you do that?" I asked him once. "How do you just go off to sleep the way you do?"

He looked at me with the same blank stare he might have offered if I'd asked him to stand on his head and recite the Etruscan alphabet. I persisted.

"I mean, how do you turn it all off? How do you just lie down and ... fall asleep?"

"It's not that complicated, really. I'm tired. I lay down. I close my eyes. I go to sleep."

"Well, I'm tired too, but my mind just keeps turning — I keep thinking about all the stuff I didn't get done and the stuff I'll have to do when I wake up and to remember to take the kids to piano lessons and email my editor and call Nancy to see how her surgery went —"

"That's because you're an A-plus kind of girl, Hannah," he interrupted. "Me? I'm content with a B-plus. Just go to sleep."

Was it that? Was I simply a perfectionist? I didn't feel like a perfectionist — my house certainly didn't scream "perfectionist." It screamed a lot of other things, but it didn't scream perfect. When I thought about the piles of clothes sitting next to the washer, I'd feel guilty. But when I began working through the piles, sorting them into darks and whites, heavy and light, I'd feel guilty over owning so much stuff. And then I'd feel guilty about feeling guilty.

No, I wasn't a perfectionist. I was simply losing my mind.


Age of Anxiety

But, of course, I wasn't. Losing my mind would have been a legitimate explanation for the level of angst I was experiencing; embarrassingly, my troubles were much more mundane. The truth was that I had no large looming problems, only small ones that felt large. I had no major life crises, only minor ones that felt major. I had no monumental difficulties, only trivial ones that felt unbelievably monumental. I was stressed and unhappy with a very normal life.

As it turns out, I am not the only one to feel this way. In 2015, the American Psychological Association released a report detailing the state of stress in the United States. The purpose of the study was to measure "attitudes and perceptions of stress among the general public ... and draw attention to the serious physical and emotional implications of stress and the inextricable link between the mind and body." In other words, the APA was trying to figure out why so many of us spent our days feeling overwhelmed and unable to sleep at night.

According to the data, 75 percent of Americans report experiencing some level of stress in the previous month, with 42 percent reporting that they had lain awake at night and 33 percent reporting that they had eaten unhealthy food as a result. And while the sources of our stress are varied — money, work, family responsibilities, and physical health — my own experience suggests that some of us are skillful enough to worry about all of these things at the same time.

And when we do, we end up irritable, nervous, apathetic, fatigued, and overwhelmed. In her book The Happiness Project, Gretchen Rubin described her own experience with stress this way:

I had much to be happy about ... but too often I sniped at my husband. ... I felt dejected after even a minor professional setback. I drifted out of touch with old friends, I lost my temper easily, I suffered bouts of melancholy, insecurity, listlessness, and free-floating.


The data also suggests that Ms. Rubin's being a woman and a mother made her particularly susceptible to experiencing higher incidence of stress. Compared to men, women report higher levels of stress, and compared to their childless peers, parents report higher levels of stress as well. For some, the data is even more unsettling. If you happen to be a woman, a mother, and part of the Millennial generation, your vulnerability to stress is even greater. It appears that the carefree days of youth are no longer carefree. Whether it's the struggle to find stable employment or finally having to face the realities of the world apart from hovering parents, young adults report higher rates of stress and depression than older adults do.

Truthfully, we don't need a report to tell us how much anxiety is creeping into the corners of our lives. When I run into a friend in our small community, we inevitably end up commiserating about how busy we are and how we can't get things done and we'll have to get together soon but of course we won't. At church, the conversations are the same: "I'd love to help, but I just can't right now."

So when I see these statistics, I don't see numbers; I see people. I see moms and dads and grandmas and grandpas who stand in the pick-up line with me every Monday through Friday at 2:20 waiting to shuttle our kids to the next scheduled event. I see my younger friends who are trying to sort out where they belong in this world while the world taps its toes, demanding that they hurry up and figure it out. I see peers in ministry, freely giving of their time and energy but privately wondering whether their efforts amount to anything. I see women and men whose social media feeds flood with image after perfect image, but who never see the less than perfect backdrops behind them.

I see all of us: blessed beyond measure, but exhausted, anxious, and uncertain nonetheless.


The Lilies of the Field

"Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these." — Jesus of Nazareth

One February, several years ago, I unexpectedly found myself sitting on a hillside in the southern Golan Fleights, near the Sea of Galilee. It wasn't entirely unexpected, of course. Nathan and I had planned the trip, bought tickets, boarded a plane in Philadelphia, and were subsequently welcomed by friends in Tel Aviv's Ben Gurion Airport. For the next week, we wandered the ancient alleyways of Jaffa, got caught in a rare storm in the En Gedi, jostled through Jerusalem's stalls and shrines, and eventually made it to the more peaceful environs of Galilee. Still, finding myself sitting on that hillside was unexpected in the sense that I'd never known to dream of the possibility.

But there I was. And at my feet lay a silvery lake, rimmed by neat olive groves and vineyards, rectangular fields of the kibbutzim, and clusters of small towns. Oddly enough, from my vantage point 450 meters above the sea's northeastern border, the view reminded me of home. The kibbutzim could have easily been dairy farms or small family homesteads; the olive trees and vineyards, exotic counterparts to mountaintop orchards and grape arbors; and if I squinted just right, the rolling hills could have been the hills that surrounded our house. The small towns, too, would be full of hard-working, salt-of-the-earth folks, each community doggedly proud of its own identity.

There were differences, of course. At home, the hillsides were currently encrusted in mud and ice while a Mediterranean climate ensured that the temperatures in Galilee rarely fell below freezing. Instead of slippery roads and snowstorms, here winter brought the rains that made the hillsides blossom with small wild red anemone (Anemone coronaria).

The lilies of the field? I wondered, inspecting the velvety red petals and black center. The ones that don't toil and don't spin and don't worry about tomorrow but let tomorrow worry about itself?

Scholars suggest that Jesus may have actually delivered these words, along with the rest of the Sermon on the Mount, in the hills west of the Sea of Galilee, closer to the first-century towns of Capernaum and Bethsaida. Still, the landscape where I sat was similar enough that I could picture farmers and fishermen, mothers and fathers, grandparents and grandchildren, leaving their work to gather at His feet. I could hear Him blessing them — the poor in spirit, the meek, the merciful. I could see Him stretching out His hand, motioning to the birds in the air and the flowers growing at their feet.

"Do not be anxious about your life ..." Jesus tells them. "Look at the birds of the air ... consider the lilies of the field." It was all so peaceful. So serene. Exactly the kind of place you could leave your troubles and burdens. Exactly the kind of place you could escape the turmoil and pressures of life. Exactly the kind of place you could believe that peace — both internal and external — was possible.

Exactly the last place I expected to stumble across a Soviet antitank gun.

The large rusted-out weapon sat just yards from where I'd been considering the lilies of the field; the left wheel had broken off years ago, giving it a slightly cockeyed lean, but its turret still pointed faithfully down toward the towns surrounding the Sea of Galilee. My friends told me that the hillside where we sat had once been part of the disputed border between Israel and Syria. During the 1960s, Syrian guerillas, backed by the Soviet Union, had shelled the kibbutzim and towns at its base. Eventually Israel pushed Syria back past her own border and then annexed the land they had occupied. Years later, this particular area of the Golan was quiet enough for tourists and picnickers, even while the remnants of war still littered the hillsides.

Weapons of war surrounded by carefree wild red anemones.

The juxtaposition was startling at first, but the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Galilee had always had its share of conflict, whether it was neighboring armies in the mid-twentieth century or invading Romans in the first. The people of those — Bethsaida, Chorazin, Capernaum — knew difficulty. But even in times of relative peace, they were real people. People who carried the burdens of relationships, work, family life, and personal frustration. People who knew stress. People who, like me, struggled to sleep at night.

As much as I wanted to create this idyllic vision of a place where I could escape the difficulties of the world, it simply wasn't possible. No place is immune to care or worry. No place untouched by the violence and burdens of this life. Seeing that antitank gun reminded me of this and put Jesus' call to consider the lilies into an entirely different perspective. If Jesus isn't calling us to escape the cares of this world, what is He calling us to?


The Peace of Wild Things

"When despair for the world grows in me land I wake in the night at the least sound ... I come into the peace of wild things." — Wendell Berry

As I lay awake at night thinking about all the things that I should have done and all the things I shouldn't have done, I could never escape the fact that most of them were trivial. An unreturned email, forgetting to move the clothes from the washer to the dryer, the conversation I kept putting off, the growing pile of invoices that needed to be submitted. It felt ridiculous. Why do all these "little" things amount to so much? Why do small burdens feel so heavy?

I wonder if I wasn't worrying about these little things themselves so much as what these little things revealed about larger things — about what they revealed about my larger helplessness. I shouldn't have to worry about small things because I should be able to handle small things. I should be able to return emails on time. I should be able to sleep at night. But if I cant handle little things, what can I handlel Failure at small things reminds us of how helpless we are in this great, wide world. When little things spiral out of control, they remind us that even they were never within our control in the first place.


(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Contents

Sowing Seeds, 9,
Part One:,
1. Withering on the Vine, 17,
2. Breaking Ground, 31,
3. Returning to Our Roots, 45,
4. Family Tree, 61,
Part Two:,
5. Local Honey, 81,
6. Healing Herbs, 99,
7. Vine-Ripened, 117,
Part Three:,
8. Natural Resources, 137,
9. Field of Dreams, 155,
10. Thorns and Thistles, 173,
11. A Secret Garden, 191,
Acknowledgments, 207,

What People are Saying About This

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This is an exquisite book. In Humble Roots, Hannah Anderson intends to make us gardeners . . . to plant and tend that rarest of cultivars, humility. Humility orients us rightly toward our bodies, emotions, and intellect. It orients us rightly toward our possessions, desires, and circumstances. It orients us rightly toward the cross. And nurtured carefully in the fertile soil of grace, humility grants us a harvest of true rest. Wistful, nostalgic, and deeply wise. I read it through tears.

JEN WILKIN
Bible teacher and author of Women of the Word and None Like Him

Hannah’s use of the gardening metaphor was so beautiful that I started to long for a rural home where I could can my own green beans or pick blackberries. Humble Roots is a concise invitation (without how-to’s) to put off the pride of accomplishment, self-trust, and works righteousness, and enter into the humility that is not only the door to true Christianity but also the daily life of deep faith.

ELYSE M. FITZPATRICK
Author of Home: How Heaven and the New Earth Satisfy Our Deepest Longings

A beautiful, poignant, and wise book. You will see connections between God’s world and His Word that you have never noticed: between tomatoes and impatience, honey and competitiveness, soil and resurrection. And if you’re anything like me, you will find yourself rejoicing.

ANDREW WILSON
Teaching Pastor at King’s Church London
Author of The Life We Never Expected and Unbreakable.

Hannah Anderson takes being a locavore even more seriously than farm-to-table restaurants and farmer’s market goers. She takes it to the most local place of all: our own hearts. This is the book I’ve been wanting on the shelves of Christians everywhere.

LORE FERGUSON WILBERT
Writer at Sayable.net, Christianity Today, Revive our Hearts, She Reads Truth, and more

God made us to be close to the ground. So it’s fitting that Hannah Anderson roots her clear and compassionate teaching in stories close to the ground. The result is nourishment for our souls. Anderson replants us in the Father’s provision, wisdom, and care.

KATELYN BEATY
Managing Editor, Christianity Today magazine
Author of A Woman’s Place

C. S. Lewis famously wrote that humility is not thinking less of ourselves; rather, it is thinking of ourselves less, and in such a way that frees us to redirect our energies toward God and those He has given us to love. Using one of God’s favorite places and metaphors, the garden, coupled with endearing and sometimes humbling anecdotes from her own life story, Hannah paints a compelling picture of why we should, and ways that we can, pour contempt on our pride. Please read this book. It will renew your perspective, and it could change your life.

SCOTT SAULS
Senior Pastor, Christ Presbyterian Church, Nashville, TN
Author of Jesus Outside the Lines and Befriend

Hannah has written a simple but profound book. Her earthy style of writing accents the deep truths of Scripture in a way that is accessible to those of us who most need to hear this message. I predict this book will become a classic on the subject.

WENDY ALSUP
Author of Practical Theology for Women and The Gospel-Centered Woman
Blogger at www.theologyforwomen.org

This is just the kind of book I love: readers are promised a meal—and Humble Roots delivers a feast. With serious biblical reflection and vivid storytelling, Hannah Anderson compels us to seek humility. Rooted in Jesus, we abandon our illusions of control; we embrace our limits; we learn to depend.

JEN POLLOCK MICHEL
Author of Teach Us to Want, Christianity Today’s 2015 Book of the Year

Humble Roots is soulful spirituality at its best—earthy, embodied, and energizing. Andersonbeckons us to reconsider both the rhythms of God’s creation and the frantic pace of our lives. The gospel brings reconciliation of all things in heaven and earth. This includes our God-formed bodies to the land God created for us.

DANIEL MONTGOMERY
Lead Pastor, Sojourn Community Church, Louisville, KY; founder of the Sojourn Network
Author of Faithmapping, PROOF, and Leadership Mosaic

I can think of nothing that might fix what ails this increasingly chaotic, power-hungry world more than a dose of humility and deeper rootedness. Whether you’re a city slicker, a suburban dweller, or a country bumpkin, these true parables—lovely memories of rural life seasoned with sharp insights—will hit you right where you live.

KAREN SWALLOW PRIOR
Author of Booked: Literature in the Soul of Me and Fierce Convictions: The Extraordinary Life of Hannah More: Poet, Reformer Abolitionist

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Humble Roots: How Humility Grounds and Nourishes Your Soul 4.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
JournalOfABibliophile More than 1 year ago
I received a free book from Moody Publishers in exchange for an honest review (Thank you!). All thoughts are 100% my own. Beautiful, insightful, and theologically rich. This is exactly the book I needed right now! I took my time reading it and treated it more like a devotional than a novel. Blessed beyond measure, but exhausted, anxious, and uncertain. Hannah Anderson began writing Humble Roots after struggling with her restlessness that kept her up at night. In her book, Anderson elegantly explores humility in such a unique way, and shows us the truth— We have a desperate need for God, and we will not be at peace until we rest in Him. Anderson begins by saying that no place in our lives is immune to worry, and no place is untouched by the burdens around us. She refers to Scripture (Matthew chapter 6) and shows us that Jesus understood that the small things in life can unsettle us more than the big things. He doesn't shame us for worrying, or tell us to be more productive; He asks us if our worrying is actually accomplishing anything. Anderson then says that when we believe we are responsible for our own existence, we will have nothing but stress and anxiety. Since our pride infects our everyday life and the choices we make, we're constantly pressured to live perfect lives and never step out of line in fear of judgement from those around us. Because of our pride, we will never heal or be at peace. Throughout the rest of the book, Hannah Anderson reminds us that humility begins by remember where we come from. It's not until we realize how little we control that we begin to face our limitations. It's calling upon Jesus that frees us from our burdens, and calls us into humility by relying less on ourselves and more on Him. Humility is understanding that without God, we are nothing but dust, and it teaches us that we don't have to obey our emotions because the only version of reality that matters is God's. I truly adored this book. The illustrations are a cute addition. I will be checking out Hannah Anderson's other books in the future.
michelemorin More than 1 year ago
Apparently, in addition to all his better-known gifts, Thomas Jefferson was a gardener. His experimentation with horticulture added over five hundred new fruits and vegetables to the world, but he was never able to successfully cultivate a vineyard at Monticello, his beloved Virginia home. Here's why: the French varieties of grapes he coveted had no resistance to the tiny root louse which feeds on the roots of grapevines and thrives in North American soil. His dream of a beautiful vineyard was being, quite literally, cut off at the roots. Hannah Anderson shares Jefferson's gardening woes as an illustration of the effect of pride on the human heart. An infestation of pride not only cuts peace and joy off at the roots, but also heightens stress levels and causes the oblivious host to strive for levels of self-sufficiency and competence that we were never meant to shoulder. In Humble Roots, Hannah shares a number of definitions of humility that give structure to her words and that also reveal the important role that a humble heart plays in the formation of a soul that is both grounded and nourished. "Humility is accurately understanding ourselves and our place in the world. Humility is knowing where we came from and who our people are. Humility is understanding that without God we are nothing." (56) In directing our gaze to the lilies of the field, Jesus invites His followers to a humble dependence on His provision. With 75% of Americans reporting that they experience some level of stress on any given month (21) -- and all its attending health issues -- a humble acknowledgement of our need can be life-saving. "Humility is not feeling a certain way about yourself, not feeling small or low or embarrassed or even humiliated. Theologically speaking, humility is a proper understanding of who God is and who we are as a result." (103) This clear view of the self reveals that most of our struggles are rooted in a pride that exalts and prioritizes our own feelings over all else. It takes a certain amount of courage to agree with John the Beloved Disciple's assessment that God is "greater than our hearts." The humble admission that He "knows all things" -- and by extension that I do not know all things -- is a tremendous first step in admitting the limits of human reason and in acknowledging the truth that all is gift. "Humility remembers both your human limitation and God's transcendent power." (157) Proverbs 16:9 yields truth that eases my control issues with the knowledge of the choreography that exists between my decision-making and God's sovereignty, for indeed, plan as I may, it is God who directs my steps. How glorious that God invites me to dream, while also reassuring me that I need never lose sight of His ultimate control as the One who is writing the patterns for every figure of the dance. "Humility teaches us to find rest in confession. Rest from the need to hide, the need to be perfect. We rest by saying, both to God and others, 'I am not enough. I need help.'" (186) Life here outside The Garden means that no one is immune from brokenness and fallibility, but humility alleviates some of the sting, for when we freely confess our brokenness to God and others, we are free to grieve it, to stop hiding it, and to take grace. There is irony in Hannah Anderson's choice of a title for her book, for it quickly becomes clear that it is pride that lives in the roots of humanity. Continue reading at Living Our Days ...
erinstraza More than 1 year ago
“God created human beings, not human doings. Which do you identify with?” This question was posed to me years ago by a mentor. The details of the conversation are now foggy, but I can guess at the context. My bent toward the human doing side has been a primary struggle over the years. Excitement about new opportunities and wanting to experience everything has often caused me to overcommit and become stressed out. Part of the trouble is my inability to correctly estimate the full cost of said opportunities. I see all the good and fun without calculating the time, effort, and energy required. When time is short and commitments are stacked high all around, that’s when I realize I’ve not given enough space for my human being side to flourish. (This is also when my soul goes into emergency power mode and I feel like a zombie.) I’ve always thought this human doing bent could be blamed on my dreamer personality’s inability to calculate time and effort. But then I read Hannah Anderson’s new book, Humble Roots: How Humility Grounds and Nourishes Your Soul, in which she proposes this explanation: "You can see the relationship between pride and stress. Pride convinces us that we are stronger and more capable than we actually are. Pride convinces us that we must do and be more than we are able. And when we try, we find ourselves feeling “thin, sort of stretched . . . like butter that has been scraped over too much bread.”11 We begin to fall apart physically, emotionally, and spiritually for the simple reason that we are not existing as we were meant to exist." When my life gets scraped over too many activities, responsibilities, and opportunities, my peace gets worn thin. Life can be busy sometimes. But overcommitting as a habit is a refusal to embrace my status a creature. It’s a rejection of the reality that, although made in the image of God, I am not the all-powerful One. I cannot do everything, be everything. I have limitations, and I need to learn how to live well within them. Grappling with my creaturehood is key to resting in my status as a human being and finding freedom in Christ to let go of being more than God ever intended me to be. In Humble Roots, Anderson identifies the beauty of embracing creaturehood in order to find the rest our souls require. Each chapter features rich personal narratives about family or work that tie back to a specific plant or flower. Anderson’s stories, along with fanciful illustrations by Michelle Berg Radford, lead readers to consider the gift that humility is for God’s people. Humility is how we learn to live within our limits, which then maximizes the gifts God has entrusted to us. And this is why I believe Humble Roots is a must-read for every creature—man or woman, young or old. This is one of those books you can’t put down but also want to savor—my copy is completely marked up and I’ve referred back to it often since reading it in October. It would be perfect for a discussion group, book club, small group study, or personal devotion
KDeLong More than 1 year ago
Humble Roots is a book that is a true treasure. Hannah has given us a book that is simple, deep, encouraging and so very needed in today's culture. From her everyday stories of life and nature to her careful, intentional study of Scripture, Hannah has walked ahead of us in this journey of humility and trying to be more like Jesus and then invited us to come alongside her. If you are looking for a read that you can sit with for a while as you watch the leaves change or the snow falls, this is definitely it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Busy? Frustrated? Restless? This is the book for you. Hannah has a real gift for articulating truth well. This book made me think and caused true repetenance and change in my heart. This book can help you to find true rest in the only One who offers it.
Denice More than 1 year ago
Last night I led a study for women and noticed that everyone looked haggard. As I began to ask about everyone's week, I discovered a common theme. We were all tired. Tired from trying to be good enough, helpful enough, successful enough, and just plain enough. Hannah Anderson gives a refreshingly honest look into this common plague among women in her book, Humble Roots, and I found it a much needed addition to my library. I can see myself returning to this book again and again for my own personal development as well as using it as a discipleship tool for many years to come. Anderson has a beautiful way of writing that is honest and endearing. Her work is saturated with the Word of God and dripping with beauty. It will challenge you, inspire you, and (if you let it) will lead you to a land of rest.
SONYAREELUCAS More than 1 year ago
I received an advance copy of this book from Moody Publishers. No compensation was given for a review. All thoughts are my own. Do you feel tired, overwhelmed and generally in discordance with life? If so, I highly recommend this book. Hannah Anderson gives great insights into what true humility looks like. Many think of humility as a bad thing, showing weakness in a world where we are expected to be super human. Many think of humility as an emotional state, something that can be attained by feeling a certain way. Humility is not either of those things. Hannah guides us to what humility looks like when we understand who our creator is, who we are and from where we come. Hannah uses wonderful examples of the earth, plants, flowers and nature to parallel her thoughts on God, humility and true peace. She interweaves personal stories of her small rural Virginia home and church as well as historical references to gardening and agriculture. If you have ever gardened or known a gardener, you know the care, time, nurturing and attention it takes to cultivate the fruit of your efforts. God does the same for us. He cultivates and nourishes us and once we learn that and we humble to know where we came from and to know our creator then we can know true peace and rest. I highlighted so much of this book and found so much of what she said to be familiar with my struggles. I highly recommend this book if you are caught up in the world’s idea of what a perfect mom, wife, daughter, etc. looks like and should be and feel like you just can’t catch a break or feel overwhelmed and are beating yourself up over time organization and organization. This book is also recommended for those who feel closer to God in nature. Take time to get close to God and know your creator so you can know true peace and rest. I know I will be rereading this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I received an advance copy of this book from Moody Publishers. No compensation was given for a review. All thoughts are my own. Humble Roots walks through how we can find rest for our souls through humility. The premise of this book is that much of our emotional instability (anxiety, stress, busyness) is rooted in pride. Using gardening references throughout the book, she uses a different type of plant to further explain humility. She discusses how humility is a proper understanding of who God is (creator, provider, curator) and who we are as a result (image bearers, but fallen). Throughout the book she explores the humility of Jesus, discusses areas in our lives where pride dwells and manifests, and lastly how to cultivate humility. I practically underlined this entire book. I love how Hannah Anderson writes. She perfectly weaves in theology, personal stories, various literary works, and gardening/nature references without rambling or losing the interest of the reader. I especially loved the gardening references in this book. From the history of plants to fond memories of gardening with her grandmother (I have the same with my mother) the gardening references just made me smile. By describing how cultivating and tending to a garden is similar to how God nurtures and provides for us makes much more sense to me than some heavy, wordy theology book, (though I love those too). I strongly recommend this book to every Christian reader, but especially those who are self-proclaimed perfectionists or get caught up in the “busyness” of everyday life, which isn’t that everyone? Also, highly recommended for those who feel closest to God in nature. I think you’ll resonate with the gardening references as much as I did. Hannah Anderson quickly has become my favorite Christian author. I’m eager to see what she writes next. Until the next book, I’m going to reread this one about 100 times.