Rooted

I find it funny that I am writing on this topic when it is the theme for Ligonier Camp this summer (where I worked last summer as a counselor). But, it is appropriate and therefore it is what I will write about.

Now, first, sorry that I have been so M.I.A. Life has been crazy and my mind has been spinning with the work that I am doing and the things that I can do in Louisville with the wonderful friends that I have made. But, I felt as though I didn't have too much to say. Not worth an entire blog post, anyway!

However, I now have something that has been on my heart and mind for a long time now, and I think that it's time to write it out. That's what writers do, after all.

I have spent the past week back at Westminster covering the New Wilmington Mission Conference. I had never been to it, but now here I am totally changed by it.

When I came, I was excited because I was going to be back at Mother Fair and because I was going to get to write about missionaries--I love missionaries. I have always thought that was the coolest job, and kind of wanted to do it.

But, as I spoke to them and thought more about where I am in life (and voiced it to a few of them in the process), I found myself thinking, "So you think this is a cool job--why couldn't you do it?" And the more I thought about it, the more I began to say "okay."

The nudges have been happening for a very long time. Sort of like the nudges toward seminary that I've gotten for forever and a day, this is something that has been on my heart. But, I always had my own agenda. I think, after this week, I'm finally ready to listen to GOD's agenda instead. Because let's be real--God knows what I need to do more than I ever will. Something that we all need to remember.

So why does this relate to being rooted? At a first glance, it doesn't. I want to travel. I'm not the best at staying in one place, as anyone that knows me can attest to. I am always moving, be it tapping my foot or heading to a new place to live for a few months. So how could I possibly be rooted?

Well, here's how. My roots aren't in the ground. They aren't in a singular person, or a group of people. They are in God, who knows me and my heart better than anyone could ever try. God will guide me, and as long as I remain rooted in that I will be fine.

This realization of my call to mission is scary. Who knows where I could end up, for how long, doing whatever. But at least it's there. At least I know, and at least I know that I can use my love of people and my great and wonderful God in that way--while still writing (as I so love to do).

Anyway--that is what has been on my heart and my mind. Thank you, as always, for going with me on this journey. Bless you all.