Finding Home
I searched for a long time, wishing and hoping and grasping to find that place where I belonged. Somewhere far away from the familiar. Somewhere beyond what had supposedly held my true heart captive for the duration of my life. And I did wander. I traveled to Europe once only to feel the heaviest most new and frightening version of homesickness plague my heart and soul. It was while I sat alone yet with friends that God's spirit embraced mine, implanting within the deepest part of my heart a love for my home and my church community that could have made me move mountains itself just to be back home. Home became a different thing entirely for me. It was no longer a place that held me back but a place full of identity where I could thrive if only I would give it a chance. But did I? Yes...and no. I may have been ready to kiss the ground when I returned home. But still in my heart I kept chasing dreams that weren't entirely God's dreams for me. I let depression and emotions c...