As the roots of a tree reach deep into the soil as years pass, my roots grow deep in this Valley. My ancestors were some of the first immigrants to settle this gorgeous region I call home. To me, the thought of leaving this area, which has been home to my family for hundreds of years, is like tearing a tree up from its roots. Yes, it is painful to think of moving away from my family, from this land, from this view of the majestic mountains, and from the familiarity that is HOME to me. Moving away nine years ago was initially exciting, due to the happy circumstances which took me away, but when I came back six years ago, I distinctly remember taking a deep breath, looking to the mountains and saying, "I'm home again. I'll never leave."
But my Heavenly Father seems to have other plans...little by little, He's been having me to let go of everything I've dreamed of for my life, possibly because He has a greater plan than I can see. Maybe He wants me to realize that my life is not about my pleasure...it is for His glory. I am just a stranger on this earth... For whatever reason, He is calling me away from what is home to me. And possibly it is just for a season, or perhaps, I'll never live here again. I don't know, but I rest assured that He is in control...He has a plan.
The tears will flow, and my heart will ache for home, but in the end, where is my home? Not here...I have an eternal home waiting for me. One that He has prepared and is waiting until the right time to bring me home to be with Him forever. And while I'm on this earth waiting, I want to be faithful in serving wherever He places me.
And so I take the next step...I do the next thing...and I trust that He will amend the soil, protect the tender roots, and provide the sun and the rain for all of the transplants that He has planned for my future. For if I become root-bound and refuse to be transplanted, how will I ever grow?
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The move will be hard, but it will be worth it. It will be so exciting to see what God has in store for you.
I can see how the tree metaphor works really well in your situation. I've thought about that in terms of my own life, and that metaphor never really fit. I think I've moved too much, and now I have roots put down all over the place.
Because of that, I decided that I'm like the weed creeping jenny (I don't know if that grows here). My roots spread all over the place, and even if I'm not physically present at the moment, there's always a chance that I could pop back up there as long as the roots are in tact.
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