Where I call Home

On a surprisingly beautiful afternoon in the middle of November, I found myself on a run in the heart of my hometown, reflecting on my stomping grounds.

I have tried to wander away from this home and to establish roots in new places but I have come to learn that none will ever grow as deep as those planted here. Deep roots allow a tree access to life-sustaining water and nutrients that will allow growth and health. Analogous to my life, this community does just that for me.

I was born here and 20 years later I am just beginning to realize what a blessing that was. My parents are two hard working individuals who have established themselves as members of this community, serving others in their profession and through various ministries. They have taught me the importance of giving of myself in humility, with love; but that is the nature of my community. This community is full of life and love. It is not uncommon to run into someone who is willing to stop to say "hello" or catch up on life since the last spontaneous meeting when I go out. Every summer, the community pulls together to rebuild houses of those in the greatest need.

The people in my community care about each other. The local church is passionate about serving God and serving people. I'm thankful that the greeters know my name each Sunday and the pastor takes time to ask how I am doing. My teachers in school always showed how much they cared and went above and beyond. There are always events and reasons to celebrate, to come together and support each other.

Although this may not be my home forever, I will always have roots here and I'm so blessed by that.

Wait

God I am desperate.
I am desperate for you and you alone.
My heart searches for your love.
I hunger for your word and truth.
I wait for your presence and listen for your voice.
But every sense is void of you.
I am in the waiting room.

While I sit, give me peace.
Sustain my heart, make it full.
Help me to surrender instead of take control.
Teach me to trust your timing.
Quiet the voices inside of me speaking lies.
Bless the dry season in the waiting room.

God I pray that when my name is called,
I will still be listening.
Take me only where you want me to go.
Lead my thoughts, direct my desires.
Remind me to praise you always.
I pray I will never forget the purpose of the waiting room.