my heart finds joy in its many homes
often they come and they go
but no matter how far away they are
my heart carries them
and while they are here
my cup tries to soak up every moment
to tide the ache until they come again.
the lovely overwhelming weight that feels like nothing at all.
walking into a place with complete comfort and god-confidence
what love looks like
in to me you see
belonging, love, acceptance, no pretenses, no expectations, eager for growth
the heart beat that connects us together
being lifted up and lifting up
standing in the gap by talking to god about them
iron sharpening iron
what does home look like to you? where do you feel most at home?
*homes i’ve soaked up this weekend: tara, carrie, amy, liz, june (from skype at least!), africa (from memories and talking), antioch, god…my heart is very full…