I often thought of the cedar immediately outside the window, standing tall as an elegant ballet dancer because its roots gripped the soil deep beneath the fertile surface. I often wonder how many feet those roots descend. If there were an earthquake, would the tree stand firm? Only if its roots were deep, I assume. I suppose this is a well-worn analogy, comparing our spiritual life to the trees, roots going deep.
— Celeste Snowber, In the Womb of God