My family made two big moves in three years. Just when we were getting our feet on the ground, we had to adjust all over again. It made me feel a bit like a dandelion yanked out by the stem.
That feeling of rootlessness doesn’t only accompany an address change. Maybe your friendships don’t go much deeper than a “like” on Instagram. You wonder, “Who cares about me?” Your neighbors are strangers you wave to on trash day. You wonder, “How do I fit into my community?” Your work demands your time and energy and gives so little feedback. You wonder, “Who values me?” Your family is fractured. You wonder, “Where do I belong?”
The Old Testament prophet Moses, displaced his whole life, must have asked those questions. Here’s his beautiful conclusion:
“Lord, you have been our dwelling place throughout all generations. Before the mountains were born or you brought forth the whole world, from everlasting to everlasting you are God” (Psalm 90:1,2).
Our rootless hearts have a home in God. That everlasting home puts our short lives into perspective. God is eternal—nothing like the dandelion fluff of our tiny, shifting desires, our worries about present or future. He’s the very opposite of our mortality. But he’s also the answer to our mortality. His Son fought sin and Satan and death to deliver us safely into God’s everlasting arms. We stand in the light of God’s favor. We are loved. We are valued. We belong.