I was so excited to be going back to the town where I was born. It was a crazy feeling. My parents said that they had brought me to Fort Scott when I was little but I had no memory of it. To me this was a whole new world. I imagined that the person I passed walking down the street would end up being a cousin or uncle. Or what if I ran into my biological mother? Would she know me? Would I know her?
We drove by the hospital I was born in and stopped at a cemetery. We toured the fort and watched a reenactment. The day seemed too short to fit everything in. I was soaking in as much of Fort Scott as I could. The whole visit really fed into my desire to know more about who I am and were my roots start.
Since I have begun my genealogical research I have discovered that the very cemetery we stopped at I have biological kin resting there. How crazy is that, to be that close to your roots and not even know it?
It has been over twenty years since that trip. I have dreams of going back and taking it in with adult eyes. What will I see differently, will I feel the same fascination and pull that I felt all those years ago?
Let your roots grow down into him, and let your lives be built on him…Colossians 2:7