The
scenery carried me back to memories of driving to Grandma's house and
"checking the fields" with my dad. Farmers have their own way of
driving. All those who grew up on farms know what I'm talking about.
It's been over 25 years, two states, and multitudes of friends, travels
and experiences in between; and I still drive like an Iowa farm girl.
We
often compare life to a journey, and that it is. Today I'm reminded how
it's also a garden. Our roots began where our lives grew up, and grow
deeper through youthful stomping grounds and the people who surrounded
us in our early years. And while we grow up and move on to different
places in life, those roots are what bring home with us and what bring
us back to home when we need it.
Living your
best life is both a journey and a garden. As a journey, we move into new
destinations and adventures that seize life and the changes that cause
us to flourish. As a garden, we stay rooted in our sense of purpose and
identity and rest in the deep strength that holds us focused and steady
through whatever the changes bring. We need both.
As
the farmers diligently care for the soil of the earth, may we care for
the soil of our lives with the same attention and joy. And may we grow a
fruitful harvest to enjoy and share with others.
 --
Becky Waugaman
The great thing in the world is not so much where we stand as in what direction we are moving. Oliver Wendell Holmes
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Monday, February 29, 2016
Our Roots
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