I recently visited Waco with old friends.
Walking up and down the streets of my college hometown (sic’em!) brought back waves of nostalgia and gratefulness. My friends Faith, Molly and I meandered along Baylor’s halls and reminisced on what now seems to be simpler, more pure times.
Baylor gave me the best 3.5 years of my life (so far). It gave me confidence in who I am, faith in Whose I am, and an independence I longed for in high school. It gave me lifelong friendships paired with juvenile heartbreaks that bettered me in the end.
Waco is where I’m from.
Not technically speaking, but it certainly birthed a newer, better version of myself. It birthed a creative and caring and kind person. It birthed someone who fought for social justice, who learned how to be steadfast in friendship, who strived to walk worthy.
Even though I’m working on present-minded living, sometimes it’s beneficial to look back and learn: to learn about who I was and see who I am now, to learn what broke me and know what builds me.
I don’t keep up with too many of my friends from those golden years. Some are married and moved to other cities. Others are even living abroad. But when I reminisce of those fond and cherished years, I remember their faithfulness in friendship. I remember how they helped shape me for greater things.
I don’t know where I’m heading.
I could be in Dallas for the rest of my life, I could get into law school and study in another state. No matter where I end up, I will always be rooted, thanks to Waco and its people.
I’ll be rooted in my faith and friendships. I’ll be rooted in who I am and who I’m called to be. I’ll be rooted in knowing The King determines my steps and cherishes my heart.
I hope you know your roots: know who you are and Whose you are, know where you’ve been and where you want to be, know who you’re called to be and how you can take steps to become that person. We all have roots, it’s up to us to remember and use them to better ourselves each and every day.