Where the Heart is
I never thought I’d be writing this post. I thought that I’d be fine. In a way I am fine, but that’s beside the point right now: I miss my family terribly.
I’m independent. I don’t need any person in my life to make me happy. Those are the lies I told myself as I left for college. I’ve already been away from my family for two whole summers; this will be no different. It is different.
Why is it different? I’m not completely sure. Maybe it’s the fact that here I can’t just drive home for the weekend. I didn’t do that very much at Lake Ann, but I could have if I so wished. Maybe it’s the fact that even when I was away from my family at Lake Ann, I was still surrounded by family; that’s an advantage of being God’s adopted son. Maybe it’s the weather. It has a larger effect than you’d think. (I’m typing this barefoot in shorts and a t-shirt, and I couldn’t be more comfortable.
Whatever the cause, it’s my family that I miss– it’s my home. As nice as Auburn and Alabama is, it’s not home to me. I’m not sure it ever can be.
Dad, Mom, Anna, Joel, Abby and Jesse, I miss you, and I love you. I’m coming home in less than a month, but I wish it were now. God once again showed his immense love for me by the family in which he put me. I can only pray that I will somehow be as much of a blessing to you as you are to me.