Wo Das Herz Ist

72 hours from now, I will be coming through this exact front door.

:)

The whole time I've been away at college, I've never actually been homesick. I think of Bolivar fondly, but I'm not really dying to be there.

But now I sure am ready to be there.
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"Is there anything better than finally finding your way home?
Is there anything worse than finally reaching home and finding that you're still lost?

[Grant] reflected bitterly that a large part of growing up seemed to involve watching everything change, and discovering that all change is permanent. That nothing ever changes back.

That you can't go home again."

-Matthew Stover, in his book, Traitor

^This used to describe my life at one point. I couldn't handle change for the life of me. I couldn't even rearrange my room. I got extremely tantrum-throwing-upset when we moved across town when I was 8.

That's not me anymore.

Seeking control of change does not allow me to pursue my calling. If I'm trying to tame change, am I really allowing Jesus to be Lord of my life? Nope.

I'm tired of living what feels like two separate lives in two different states. When I walk through that door in 72 hours, I will attempt to be the exact same person that walked out of it at the end of spring break...

...only changed.