Rooted

I grew up with more roots than a redwood. Most of them were so evident I could’ve given you a tour – “This is my house. I’ve lived here since I was born. My family’s been in West Virginia for generations. My classmates haven’t changed since kindergarten. I go to church three times a week, and that’s my pastor’s house across the street.”  You can imagine how I learned to love consistency, security, the familiar. Nowhere feels like home unless...