Thursday, April 23, 2015

Coming Home

The summer before my senior year in high school I began to consider my future. That sounds a lot wiser and more mature than it actually was. I knew I wanted to go to college but wasn't exactly sure what I wanted to do. However there was one thing I was certain of - I wanted to get as far away from home as I could. Not because home  was in any way a terrible place. It was, in fact, loving and good. I simply wanted to test my wings - away from watchful parental eyes. I had had enough of rules and expectations. I wanted to make my own way - to check out the things I thought I was missing (You know - the stuff everyone else was doing.)

I got my wish and found a great college as far away from home, while still remaining in the same state, as possible. The day came when we piled my most valued possessions into the family car and drove away from everything I had known and into my "freedom." I'm not sure exactly how long it took before I was good and thoroughly homesick. I think it may have begun as I stood in front of the dorm waving good-by to my Mom and Dad. Miss Independence wanted nothing more than that two story white house on Orchard Street…

You'll find the rest of this little devotional at Laced With Grace. It would be so lovely to have you join me there.

I offer a little apology for being so "absent" in this tiny corner of the blog world. Truthfully, I've been going through a very dry season. No words. The longer I remained silent, the more difficult to find my voice. But that sweet, small voice has been whispering to me - gently nudging. So - I hope to be here more often in the future. I'm trying to be brave with my words. More about that in time. 

Thanks so much for visiting. 

With love,