A little history...

As I think about my future whereabouts, plans, wanderings, I keep coming back to things like this:

My friends from Minnesota. I think, as I get older, I find that I want to make my own life, plant my own roots, build my own house (not literally, of course. I once tried to use a table saw under supervision, and was doing well until I open-mouth smiled and ate half a pound of sawdust. Go figure).

But there’s this part of me that wants to be around people I have a history with. People who have seen me through bad break-ups, bad decisions, bad test scores, bad driving, and tons of bad hair days. (What can I say I had to have my own bad short haircut despite the pleadings against it).

These girls were and are my foundation in so many ways and I long to live life in a more frequent manner with them. As usual I’m torn by my independence and my desire to belong to people.

I think that’s why the promise of the Lord being the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow is so comforting. Because I don’t know what today or any of my tomorrows may bring but I can be comforted that I know the One who has my itinerary planned out. The One who understands my need to belong, to have stability and to be known.

And for that I am incredibly grateful.