roots

When I moved to Oregon to take an internship in the NBA, I figured I’d be there a year or two

And then God would probably take me somewhere else for a few years and then somewhere else for a few years

It was my perception of the industry I’d be in and God’s plan for my life

I was pretty wrong

After a few weeks, I couldn’t wait to leave Portland

I stayed 18 years

Communities were built, roots were established, and it became home

Over the last several years, all those things that made it home were slowly pulled apart, one after another until I realized what I thought would have happened 15 years prior, it was time to go

And now I’ve found myself on the opposite side of life

Living and building communities in new spaces every 6 months

All while preferring roots

I guess I can be wrong again

Proverbs 16:9 a man’s heart plans his way but God orders his steps