I've come to realize that a lot of young people have not stayed where they were planted. Some even go to other countries and don't see their families regularly. It's not as if people really planned their lives this way. We often do not end up where we thought we would be but we do always go where God will use us best. Some stay and some go. How do we deal with this? How do we, the people who left, deal with not having the foundational group we grew up with? And how do we, the people who stayed, deal with being "left behind" by those we love? How do we reconcile with the fact that God has decided to plant us in different vineyards in this world? Do we stand before God and ask "why?" or do we bow before Him in worship and adoration because of His great wisdom and love for us, planting us in the soil that is best for us, even though we might not like things about it? How amazing of God to give us commands and promises so that we will not be d