5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking. er…write for as long and however your heart needs =)
i hide from this word sometimes because oh how it haunts me in a heartbreakingly raw way. before i know it, i’m playing around with google looking up for ways to get myself home. checking flights and seeing prices. looking at pictures and wondering if when i get there if it’ll still be home. will she still be the home i have in my heart? i’ve changed so much since my feet last hit her ground. my heart has traveled all over since then. i’ve found myself at the feet of fountains in rome and on the beaches of greece. i’ve walked the streets of london and sat in her theaters. i’ve sat in staff meetings with staff i love. i’ve careened around the streets of sri lanka. i’ve zip lined through mexico. i’ve laughed and loved my way through VBS and kids camps. i’ve held the babes in rwanda. i’ve found a man who holds my heart and is my other kind of home…the strong, steady, safe. god’s brought me all the places i never thought i’d go. but then again i never thought i’d find myself in south africa in the first place. and i don’t know where He’ll bring
me us next. maybe germany. maybe guatemala. maybe china. maybe back home to south africa (pretty please?). maybe some country i’ve never even thought about.