My roots are changing.

Roots

Just the mention of that word may bring to mind the TV mini-series “Roots” that was shown back in the 70’s. The show was a dramatization of author Alex Haley’s family line from ancestor Kunta Kinte’s enslavement to his descendants’ liberation.

We all have roots. In the last 29 years, I have lived in five different communities and towns. But, my roots have always been in Kentwood, LA. That’s where I grew up and where my family lives.

However, in the past year, I have dealt with something I didn’t anticipate: my roots are being pulled up and that has shaken me some. Why are they being pulled up?

It’s because my dad has Parkinson’s.

For a little more than a year, my dad’s health has been steadily declining due to Parkinson’s. When Daddy was in the prime of his life, He was a solidly built man. Now, he is very frail.

Daddy has been a farmer all his life. We had about 120 Holstein cows. In those days, Daddy only had milk cows.  He sold his dairy cows in 2005 (just before hurricane Katrina) and got beef cows. But, in the last couple of months, due to declining health, he sold the beef cows as well.

              During this past summer, I went home to preach a revival at my home church. I noticed that the cows were gone. That didn’t look right. There had always been cows of some sort on our place. But Mom told me that Daddy decided to sell the cows because he was no longer to able to take care of them. That was a sad moment for me. All of Daddy’s life, he had worked with cows and he was a good farmer. Now, there were no cows because He couldn’t take care of them

             All of this led me to realize that my roots, the things I remembered throughout my life were slowing leaving. Daddy’s health was not good. The cows were gone. A dairy barn that once had 120 cows pass through for milking stood empty. This bothered me because it represented my roots.

            Last week I went back home for a couple of days. I drove in at my grandfather’s house and took a picture. Then, I drove in front of his barn. It stood empty as well.  A place that at one time was a beehive of activity was now empty. Times were changing.
           And then it hit me. It wasn’t a voice from heaven or anything like that but I sensed the Lord saying “You’ve got to move on.” But how do you do that? Well, let me tell you how  have handled it. This may not work for everyone but it is working for me.
           First, I am thankful that I had those years. Recently, I went in my son’s bedroom and looked at his ball jerseys from high school. I stood and just thanked the Lord that for 3 ½ years, Will was able to play football and baseball at Paulding County High School. I have also done that with my roots at home. I am thankful I had those years.
            Second, the same God who gave me those years wants to give me more good years. Jeremiah 29:11 says “For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord; plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope.”
            Third, roots can be moved. For 20 years of my life, my roots were in East Fork community. I moved away in 1981 and have lived in a couple of different areas since then. But, the Lord is helping me realize now that you can put down roots wherever you live.
             Isaiah 51:1 says “Look to the rock from which you were hewn.” My rock has been Potts road, Kentwood, LA. And that will always be home. But home is changing.
             My roots are changing. But God wants to help me put down roots where I am living.

 

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