You know that feeling of peace, comfort, and familiarity washing over you when you realize that your heart is home? I felt that in Pohnpei. I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be, loving the exact 24 children I was supposed to be, and breathing the fresh salty air I was supposed to be...
Yet I find my heart desperately searching for a home now. Comfort, purpose, and reassurance are a mere vapor that I can not seem to grasp. I want to be at home with who I am, where I am, be at home with my desires, my dreams, my hopes, and the questions in my heart. I want calm and peace in my soul, even though my future is uncertain.
Jesus my faith is lacking. I thought my story would be different somehow...Will you remind me that uncertainty is beautiful? That mystery is adventure? That love is patient? Remind me that when I long for adventures in the rain, kisses on my nose, strong arms holding me safe and tight, grass between my bare toes, and romance in song, that I long for you, and that no matter where I am, or where I am going, that you are home and always will be...
