There’s something delightful about the pairing of an informal vow of stability—to stay put in life’s ordinariness, with a posture of pilgrimage—to allow God to lead us out of our comfort zones and into the wilds of following Him to new places, even for just a week. After many years of wandering, this rhythm has found its place in my Tookish bones, and my Bilbo soul is eternally grateful for it.