Community at Last

So as most people who read this blog know, I am no longer on some crazy adventure half-way across the world from my designated home. I am home.


What I haven’t told people on here is, I haven't felt at home since I left the ship. There are bits and pieces that helped my tiny little apartment feel like home. Like, for the first time in my relatively short life, My room is completely my own. It isn’t the guest room, I’m not sharing it, and it doesn’t have other people’s stuff in it. That is lovely. And, of course I need to clean it… note to self.

But… somehow the US, Colorado, with its beautiful Rocky Mountains, my family surrounding me, and where I grew up for 8+ years didn’t feel like home. I felt distant from God and family. I was bone weary lonely. I missed community, and all my friends from the home I’d made on the ship.

But now this is home. It’s funny how being accepted by others makes me feel like I actually belong. Like somehow having a little part of my heart is filled. The home part.

I now have a job where people recognize me, greet me, and joke with me. In my church life I'm also accepted. The girls from my small group are amazing and get really excited over the idea at having girl's night, or just hanging out one on one. I'm one of them.
I still say community is so important. We need people, other than direct family members, who we can call up and ask to hang out at any time. People who don't feel forced to be our friend. Who actually want to hang out.  How amazing it is to be given such a blessing. I think God made us for that. But I finally have it and I no longer have to be living with all of my friends to feel at home. It’s good. :)

God bless all,

Heather