Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Back to roots

I've hung photos of my family on the wall behind my computer, so as I sit here typing I see their beautiful faces. We aren't a large family, but I think there's a lot of love among us. We don't see each other very often or do very much together, but I know that one of the greatest gifts in my life is the knowledge that I can count on them.

When I open my facebook, I see many beautiful friends, old and new. But some of them are like family, too... the ones I've known through family, or friends who became a part of my life during my student years, or people who God has thrown into my life at random moments and who have been faithful enough to stick around (even though I usually don't). Yes, these are my family.

I'm in a phase of transition - again - and I've set as my mantra that I won't live somewhere that I haven't lived before. I say this with some trepidation, because there's a big wide world out there to be found, and in my job, there are a lot of people to be helped in that big wide world.

But when I see the photos of my nephew and his parents, and my parents, and of my friends' children on the other side of the world, I remember that this is why. Relationships are like trees, growing on a foundation of strong roots. The more places I go and see, the more adventures I live... it's like I can almost see those roots shriveling up and withering away. I need to get back to those trees before their roots are gone entirely.

And as I sit here writing this, it hits me: my mantra is not as selfish as I have often feared it is. I often think that the needs of the world are so great: who am I to decide when I will and will not respond to those needs? But the tree analogy reminds me that fruit grows on trees. Good roots makes good fruit.

So I have said it before and now am putting it in writing: by God's grace, it's time to move back to somewhere I have lived before.

16 comments:

Brian Miller said...

smiles...it is good to revisit those roots as they nourish that which is above the ground...best wishes on the move if that is your direction...

David N. said...

I always enjoy your posts, Kati. They are a window into a life I have never lived. And I love your concluding thought process about fruit growing on trees, and how you need roots. I don't think you're being selfish at all. And I look forward to your posts from wherever you move next!

Joybird said...

Good roots make good fruit. True. And one of my favorite words, seasons, they change. There is a time for everything. There is a time to grow out, reaching, and a time to grow down, stretching.

LauraX said...

Wow Kati. This has been arising for me of late too. We see family fairly often, a few times a year, but it never feels like enough. They mostly all live close to one another, and sometimes the distance and time between accentuates the time that has passed. My eldest niece turned 22 yesterday, she was 11 when we moved up north. I'm thinking soon it will be our time to go back. I don't feel our roots have shriveled, but I do believe they will strengthen if we prune back our branches a bit one of these days and return to family again.

blessings to you, where ever your journey takes you beautiful soul.

elizabeth said...

Oh I can feel the joy of your loved ones already...to have your near again. God bless you in your going out and your coming in...

becky said...

I understand.
We love our home away from home for 7 months in the winter, but come summer, the 5 months we spend reconnecting with family is splendid!

Old Ollie said...

Thanks KP - God Bless yah!

CM said...

Beautiful. I really understand your perspective. And no, it's not a selfish reason at all. Sounds like you have family that loves you. I hope you get back there some day.

Bethany Ann said...

i think maybe that life can be lived in waves... ebbing in and out... bonding with the family God has given you, leaving for the sake of the Gospel... be nurtured, nurture; be fed, feed... :)

SuzyQ said...

It does feel like our lives are becoming in a way more distant from those we love these days.
So much of our family is abroad, photos, phonecalls and skype updates are all we have to connect us on a regular basis.
But roots are strong, tenacious, they grapple with all kinds of conditions :) The roots of family, friendship and memories :) I know that just thinking about or praying for the ones we love replenishes those roots with water :)

Nancy said...

I really sense the tension in this, and there really is no right answer for making these kinds of decisions. There's value in being willing to go anywhere to serve and there's value in returning to one's roots, and we have different seasons in our lives when one is better than the other. Trusting you will find joy and peace in the journey.

emily wierenga said...

Relationships are like trees, growing on a foundation of strong roots. The more places I go and see, the more adventures I live... it's like I can almost see those roots shriveling up and withering away. I need to get back to those trees before their roots are gone entirely.

yes, kati. yes. it's taken me years to realize this, but in the end, it's people, not place, that matters. there is such God in you. xo

jeana said...

Blessings to you on this journey. I love your profile "about me" section. I loved your words. Thank you for visiting my blog and your kind words.

Jeana

Jodi said...

Blessings,as you make your plans,Kati.

Abby said...

'The more places I go and see, the more adventures I live... it's like I can almost see those roots shriveling up and withering away. I need to get back to those trees before their roots are gone entirely.'

Oh, bless you...HOME...I am praying right now that this happens...in a home or closer-to-home...this is so beautiful it made me want to cry as you know we are moving overseas with little children...I cling too to His promise that 'we receive hundredfold that which we've given up.' Yet, I 'hear' your heart and do agree, it is good:)

AND I had to come and say how encouraging it was to have you comment on a post where I again imagine 'Half the Sky'...knowing you've read it and in the bits of your work I can imagine what you see up close...thank you for living hope on the front lines...it is glorious and beautiful.

Cathy said...

A transition is a door to opportunity, even if that opportunity is one deep deep in the heart.

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