travelers

I'm good right here

pastor was up there the other day saying, "Let me get everybody to raise their hand... if you like to travel, who are my travelers?? Where my travelers at?!"

I’m sitting there making faces at my wife. I’m like, Travel? What do you mean, travel?

What do I need to travel for? Why do I want to travel? I ain't been outside Alabama for more than one night in nearly a decade.

I don't need to go anywhere. I am good to go right here, right where I am. Matter of fact, I don't even need to leave the farm. I'll spend the next decade here without stepping foot off the property. Just send me some groceries and a fresh cup of coffee from that place in Chelsea. we'll be good to go.

Maybe I’m just getting old but I find myself deeply rooted to a singular place.

I like a place with space. Like where I work and we live now—it is a lot of big open fields and thick forest. I could wander around this place for the next decade and not feel like I missed out on a single thing.