There are places in my life that have become very familiar and home-like. Of course the town I grew up and my parent's house always makes me feel as though I have arrived home. The town where I went to Undergrad, and where my sister lives and even Atlanta is beginning to feel a little more like home with every passing day that I am there. On that list is CP. The people, the town, and the ministry have all become like home to me. The faces, the places, and the feeling I get when I walk through the door of the office or the staff cabin and see those people who have joined with me in the ministry for these three months. I love feeling like I have found the place I belong, at least for this time in my life where transitions have been the name of the game.
Change is never easy or painless, as I have said before, and this summer is no exception to that. This home is different these days. Familiar faces I expect to see as I walk through the door of the office are no longer present. There is a void here this summer. Something that we all are getting used to, and one that I don't think will ever be filled. So being back home for this summer is bittersweet. Though the ministry I love is much the same, there is a piece missing. Though, there is a strange peace about it all. Though anxiety and questions are a part of the beginning of the summer, I feel as though everything will be alright. God has brought the right people here, for such a time as this. People who are just as passionate as I about this place, these people, and this ministry. Things will be different, no doubt, but God will work as always.
I think this summer will be good, and one that I desperately need to experience. I have felt as though I have lost touch with my passions and the things I love so much over the past year. Things need to be reawakened in my life, and I feel as though it is going to happen this summer.
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