There’s a song by Imagine Dragons, “Roots”, that says ‘I’m going back to my roots.’ The words played like a soundtrack in my mind when on a pilgrimage of sorts to Chicago. I thought if I went there, I would know what family was and learn more about where my family came from. Perhaps a deeper connection to them may emerge as I learned more. I wanted to find my roots.
I ventured on to other places. Where were my roots?
I sat on a friend’s couch in my hometown in Florida and thought my heart feels deep here. I had sleepovers in the bedroom down the hall, parties in the kitchen and drove into their driveway to be greeted like I was coming home from years away.
I want to look for myself. In these walls. On these streets.
Ready to turn down the corner and see myself come running toward me.
Looking for me when in actuality I was running from living.
Running from something is exhausting. Running towards something though, well, that’s healing.
Truth be told, the thing I wanted to run towards is the very thing firmly planted inside of me. The thing that I wanted most grew up in me all this time.
Your spiritual roots go deeply into His life. You are continually infused with strength, encouraged in every way. (Colossians 2:7)
The very roots searched for are Christ’s, deeply ingrained in our hearts. His roots are the ones I searched for. And all along, I just had to be still (which again brings another song to mind, ‘Defender’ by Rita Springer).
Feel the ground beneath my feet.
And it’s Jesus. Truly and wholly it is Jesus whose love is entrenched inside my life.
We are rooted in Christ.
We can run towards life infused by His strength.
As we deepen being rooted in Christ, we get the opportunity to relate. To walk with Christ along solid grounds.
Turns out my roots have been beneath me all along. Growing deeper and deeper into connection with You in the present moments.
To live freely loved and like by the One.
The One who has been there all along.