Roots.
There is nothing about this city that I don't love. I love even the sewer smell in the summer months.
For years, I was a wanderer. I went from place to place. I was a Pilgrim. It was here in Lviv that I finally grew some roots. My life is so perfect, and I love the people I am surrounded by.
We had a Korean American bishop who preached this sermon called Roots and Wings. I only remember it because, well, say the name of the sermon in a stereotypical asian accent and you'll understand.
We as Christians must have both roots and wings. We must have the patience to grow roots where God plants us, and the courage to grow wings when God asks us to.
Roots.
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