Roots

I finally broke down and bought an I-Pass today. I've lived in Chicago for almost 3 years yet never invested in one because I was convinced I would be leaving soon. But last night, in an extended time of prayer, God surprised me and gave me what I call an "internal smile" about staying in Chicago. True, I despise cold weather. And yes, I've been praying for years that I could get back to the ocean. But that's the thing about God—he tends to surprise me in ways I never wanted him to.

So here I am, the proud new owner of an I-Pass, with a peace about staying in Chicago, despite far too many feet of snow and and obvious lack of an oceanside beach. And learning to trust God means here I'll stay.

This new course of action brings along with it a realization: As an adult, I haven't ever put down roots anywhere. I've always had one foot out the door, certain that I'd move on to my next adventure soon. But that's not how I'm called to live. Chicago isn't just where I'm going to school. It's not a mere stop on a journey that will take me to bigger and better places. It's where I have the opportunity to plant myself, where I can let myself be poured out for others—through my job, my church, my friendships. It's where I'm called to cultivate faithfulness.

So there it is. This world may not be my home, but I'm no longer living in it like a vagabond. Janni is purchasing an I-Pass, staying in Chicago, and puttin' down some roots.

I hope this place can handle me.