These days when we keep up with what’s happing in each other’s lives more by reading Facebook, or on Instagram, the meaning of deep enduring friendship can seem to be completely lost. That is until a family of “wayfarers” decides to bless you by being the first place they visit outside of their immediate family. The honor is not lost, nor is the intention of their journey missed.
On their blog, they talk about roots. Our roots in large part determine the direction of our future. And we share similar roots with our friends who are now camping in our driveway.
Today, I learned more about what’s growing in my yard than I’ve known in the nearly two decades that we’ve lived here. And I’ve had the opportunity in the process to share life up close and personal with some long-time friends as if we’d been living life together all these years. That’s where the connection to a baseball glove comes in. I haven’t worn my baseball glove in years, yet the other day when I put it on, it still felt just right, well worn, broken in, natural. I’ve put on a few pounds that wearing and using the glove would take care of if I would just do it more often. In the same way Michael, Bethany, Douglas & Fynn have shown us just how much fun living on the edge and challenging the status quo can be!
While I learned that we have Mulberry trees and wild grapes growing in our yard, I also was reminded that with pruning and better care, we could have a better crop, and better bunches of grapes. As if that wasn’t enough, I realized that both of our families have done quite a bit of pruning on the branches that have grown out of those family roots. And, while much of that pruning has been met with a skeptical eye by our families in the past, that at long last our families have come to realize that we have not abandoned the faith of our forebears. The reality is that we’ve embraced that faith for what it really is. It’s a gift, not from those who have come before us, but rather from the only One who could give the gift in the first place.
That’s not to say we didn’t get anything from those who have come before. They planted those roots by streams of water thereby giving the tree the ability to “yield its fruit in its season.”
They came to bless us, and bless us they have whether a single project we set out to accomplish, actually was completed or not. The bigger challenge for me is how to continue to bless them as they embark on this journey.