We all know that feeling, the one where you come home. Be it from work, a trip, or just to get the mail. When you walk into home, there's a sense of peace, and security, and just safe acceptance of YOU.
Recently, I have been struggling through feeling at home. I left my home church and moved out of my parents house, this put me in a new building, a new church, (Literally a new one, it's a church plant.) But, I lost my home. I lost my place of security, yes, I still had a bed, a roof, a shower, and all my things. But, its not the same. I don't have my parents, my brother and sister, I miss my old church family, and the friends I've left behind.
This sapped me of joy, and excitement, and gave me a feeling of abandonment. I was alone in a crowd.
Then, a few weeks ago, I was driving home from hanging out at a friend's house and got a sense of... home. It was like these lightbulbs lit up in my head, and they were not places. They were people, groups of people, new families. New families where I was safe, where I could be myself, where I am accepted.
I still get to see my family, but I know I'm not so far away from the rest of my family.
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