Deep Roots, Loose Soil

deep roots

Life comes and goes in cycles, and it seems that for each cycle there are a select few questions that everyone and their neighbor asks. We are, in a way, stuck between two of those cycles right now. One being that we have just moved from a foreign country to the USA, and the other being that we’re about to have a baby. But, regardless, we have been asked this question countless times:

Do you want to go back to Turkey? How long do you plan on being in D.C.?

I have this sort of inward giggle now, when I hear the question. Partly because we have gotten no better at answering it, really, and partly because we have no clue. Every spring since we’ve gotten married, it seems, we start this process of trying to figure out what the fall is supposed to hold. The first year, we were both finishing up at school, and we had plans through the end of July, and really didn’t know what was going to happen after that. We were certainly hoping it involved Turkey, but it wasn’t until the first week of August that we knew it did. And that it involved moving to Turkey before the end of August.

Every year has held a similar cycle of unknowns, questions, and eventual trust that God knows the next step better than we do.

With each of these fairly big decisions, we had no clue before we signed on where we were meant to be the following year. Which, if you knew me when I was young, is a rather funny thing, because I have always had a plan.

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Fast forward to 25 and expecting my first child, and every time we get ask the question of how long we intend to stay here, or if we have plans on moving again, we just shrug our shoulders and say “We’re here for now.” We walk through open houses, and we go back and forth on looking at houses for sale versus houses for rent. We are really trying to make friends, and deep friendships that we hope will last for a lifetime. We bought a couch and a bed. We have one dog and have talked {nebulously} about a second. You ask us if we want to live overseas again, and a “yes” rushes out of our mouths. A lot of people don’t quite understand the tension, or the unknowingness of our life. Which, of course, has made me in turn wonder about it at times.

But you know what, this is exactly what I need. This is the place where God gets more of my heart. I live here, trying hard to sink my roots deep in Washington, D.C. I’m trying to put myself out there, trying to make friends, trying to get to know the area, the people, the culture. I want to have places – you know, D.C.-3, Capitol Hill, Ebenezer’s, Aldis . . . my hot-dog joint, my church, my coffee shop, my grocery store. Places where I’m starting to know people, and they are starting to know me. Places where I’m becoming more open, more vulnerable, more honest, more human.

But at the same time, I need my roots to go deep in loose soil. Soil that will easily release me when God decides it’s time to move on. When He nudges us to “up and go,” we need to be able to get up and go without the change and the move becoming unbearable or idolatrous in our lives.

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So, this is how God has been stretching us. It’s not the way He stretches everyone. For me, the temptation is to just skim the surface of any place we live. I have Jeremy, and Narli, and my books, and I can live comfortably like that. He has been really challenging me to dig in deeper here in D.C. and really seek to be a part of the community. To dig holes that will let my roots grow. And to be open and ready for His leading in the next step.

How’s He stretching you? What’s He been showing you recently?

Comments

  1. Rokhaya Diop

    God bless you our dear friend
    I deeply beliewe that God is our guide
    Every where you go every place you visit God has already scheduled ……..
    May God be in our heart any time
    As a good beliewer I think that alea jacta es

  2. Chantel Klassen

    Oh wow, this is 100% where we are at right now! At this point we know we are needing to complete our adoption, which should happen sometime this year, but after that?? We have no idea! God is breaking our hearts for so many people all over the place, that might mean moving to the inner city where we live, especially in an area where there are a lot of immigrants or being involved with mission work somewhere else in the world. So I totally get what you are going through. So glad you left your blog link in my reader survey! I’m off to read more of your posts!

    1. kylie

      Thanks so much for stopping by, Chantel! I’m glad this was an encouragement to you! I was hoping someone else would be encouraged by it, but I knew that by writing it, it would help me too to trust and know that His way is best, even if it doesn’t always make sense. Hope to see you back again!!

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