Suddenly, I find myself feeling a weird sensation. I don’t know how or when it happened. It’s completely unfamiliar to me. I think that I am beginning to feel….settled.
This week I’ll be in Boston for work. I look forward to being in my city…walking the streets that I know, smelling the scent of the ocean intermingling with the smells of history. God has spoken to me so often in the Common, the Public Gardens. I have learned so much about myself in Harvard Square. Boston is a symbol of my independence.
That being said, I am already looking forward to coming…home. I have reasons to come home. A church that I am falling back in love with; a job that is the sum total of everything that I’ve learned over the past 15 years; relationships that are forming, and relationships that are being repaired. I will be moving soon into my own space, on my own, in Philadelphia.
Life isn’t perfect…at all. But for the first time….ever(?)…or in a very long time, I feel roots growing. It’s not been a shattering experience. It’s been so natural, so smooth. It seems that God is answering prayers that I have been praying for a very long time. But…it feels sudden.
Here’s a bit of irony. About three years ago, my friends and I were passing around the story of bamboo. Apparently, when you plant bamboo, it takes three years until you can see a sprout and then the bamboo grows exponentially. Reading what I just wrote and remembering that story….hmmm….makes me excited to see what God is doing.