I’ve never been good at answering the question “So, where are you from?” My standard reply includes a hesitation, followed by something like “Well, I’m kind of from Texas.”
Poor kid. Doesn’t even know where he’s from. (Bless his heart, *pat on the head*, etc.)
I grew up here, but I’m not at all from Texas. Texas was just one of a very (very) few locations my dad could be stationed because of his job at the time (another exciting story; ask me about it later). My dad is from Miami and my mom is from South Korea–a little place called Jochiwon in the Chungcheong province, yet she tells everyone ‘Seoul’ which isn’t even close, but you’ve heard of Seoul so it makes things easier.
I’ve been planted, uprooted, and replanted all my life; or so I thought.
A few years back, a friend of mine described me as a potted plant–rooted, yet portable–and the illustration stuck with me ever since. I had spent so much time fearing the idea getting ‘stuck’ somewhere; of being planted in the ground, never to move again for the next fifty years or so. While I’m completely ready to ‘settle down’ as in get married and start a family, I’m not quite so ready to commit to a geographic location (not completely true; I’d totally settle down in NZ).
I’m not much of a gardener, but I love the idea of gardening. Planting a seed into the earth and watching it grow into something beautiful; all while being subject to the forces of nature as there is actually very little you can do to cause your little seed to grow.
I’m talking philosophy, not biology. We till the soil, sow seeds, water. When you’ve done everything you could for your newly planted garden, you just have to wait; it is out of your hands. There isn’t any way around it. But when all conditions are right, the seeds sprout.
It’s the waiting that I love.
It’s tension. I don’t enjoy the feeling of waiting, but I enjoy the results. Results that can be yielded no other way. They are genuine and cannot be faked.
My word, or theme for 2015 is ‘wait’. No where near as exciting as 2014’s ‘love’ at first glance, but, ‘wait’ means tension which is a precursor to action. ‘Wait’ is a finite period of time, even if it is months, years, decades. ‘Wait’ means those tomatoes, or lemons, or roses, or love will be sweeter, juicier, more beautiful if you let things unfold unhurriedly.
“I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I hope” Psalm 130:5
“Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord!” Psalm 27:14