One part of the discernment that is digging at me is that I finally feel like I have been planted here. That I have finally started to put some roots down at the school. I am forming meaningful relationships with my students. I am finally starting to understand more spanish and I am connecting with more and more of my coworkers. There are real, genuine friendships that are in the process of growing with my friends here. And I finally feel like I am doing something positive, that I am comfortable enough to spread God's love. So the question is, does God really want me to rip up the roots that I have made?
As I was praying about all of this, God called to mind lovely words from my dear friend, Natalie. In a note that she wrote me before coming to Honduras she said "Home is wherever the voice of the Lord calls! Run to Him!" These words calmed my confused and lost soul in that moment. Yes, I may be finally settling in and growing here, but my roots are not in Honduras. They aren't in Pittsburgh, either. They are in Christ. I have been planted in Him, by Him, for Him. No matter what, I am always going to be able to grow, to flourish, to bear fruit because my roots are on firm ground. My roots are in Christ.
Needless to say, I do not know where God's voice is calling me to for next year. But I am ready to run to Him when I hear it. Confident that I will be home with Him and my roots will be deeply planted in Him, wherever on the earth that might be.
