I travel the world but I have more to see, to experience.
I crave new tastes, new sounds, new cultures, but sometimes I want the familiar, the comfortable.
I desire belonging but I belong nowhere, at least here.
Some days He takes me so far from what I know, to places I don’t want to go. It stretches me, my senses, my compassion, my abilities, my language.
Those days He holds my hand a little tighter and reminds me that He never leaves me, never forsakes me.
Some days I delight in my travels, like a child dancing carefree on the sands with the wind whipping through my hair and not a care in the world.
Those day He sits back and laughs in delight at my delight.
Some days the tears fall. They fall for friends lost, lost to new places, to different callings, to the next thing. Tears fall for the challenges, for the daily grind, for the struggle against the natural or convenient.
Those days He lets the tears fall, arms wrapped around me right and wipes them away when they stop.
Some days I question. Am I enough? For my husband, for my children? I question my teaching, my commitment, my abilities. I question if my faith is enough when the path is hard to see.
Those days He says yes. Through His word, through friends, through a million things that says He never fails and that is enough. I am enough because He is enough.
I sojourn. I am a temporary traveler in this world until I reach my forever Home, but I am not without roots.
My roots are forever in Him and His promises. My Jesus, my king. He leads me, He holds me, He stills my heart and holds my hands and guides me through the unknown. He gives me peace and joy beyond understanding.
I am the rooted sojourner.