Yesterday, I got to speak at the church where I grew up in Lititz, Pennsylvania. I spent my formative years there from second grade to 11th grade… It’s been 19 years.
It was like stepping into a time capsule with the familiar smells, hallways, and faces. I saw young families of old schoolmates, young adults who were just small children when I knew them, and the parents of friends who are now… gulp… elderly people. And some of those I asked about were dead, divorced, gone.
I became kind of sad that I’d missed out on all of that.
Made me realize there are two kinds of people in the world: those who stay in one place and reap the benefits of life-long relationships… and those who move around a lot.
I wouldn’t trade all of my other experiences for anything. It shaped who I am. But there’s a richness of life that’s missing when you skip around. Like flipping TV channels.
Whether it’s by choice or against your will, would love to know which one you are: settler or pioneer.