Roots defined as the basic cause, source or origin of something. When used as a verb it may also be defined as to ‘establish deeply and firmly’. This is the word I think of when I think about home. I feel like the two ideas go hand in hand, whether you’ve grown up somewhere that you love or couldn’t wait to escape from it was still where you first began your journey.
A little while back one of my favorite country singers Miranda Lambert released a song called The House that Built Me, and if you listen to the words and watch the music video you see her go through the emotions of going back to your first home. The house, the place that held your childhood and so many memories. A few years ago I moved out of the house that I spent my whole childhood in. There were marks on the inside of my door that read my different heights, a treehouse my dad built in the back yard and a living room where so many Christmas mornings were spent. Leaving and moving was a new experience that I’m still adjusting to but now I’m at the point in my life where I realize that going back isn’t something that will happen. Even if I go back and see it again, it’s not the same house that I grew up in. There are new dents in the walls and different flowers in the flower bed out front.
As a senior in high school I hear a lot about people who are trying to get into a college that is as far away as possible. They’re so eager to pick everything up and leave their parents and the home town they knew but I can’t help but remember that these next few years will be the last one’s like it. The future can either be very exciting or intimidating. I can feel the pressure of trying to find yourself in a world that is ever changing. So I think that the easiest thing to remember is where you came from, your roots.
Let your roots grow down into him, and let your lives be built on him. Then your faith will grow strong in the truth you were taught, and you will overflow with thankfulness.